Upon pushing the door open, I wiped away the tears on my face and tidied up my expression.
The nanny accompanied Lydia to have fun with toys.
Upon hearing the door opening, Lydia smiled and flew into George's arms.
"Dad! I want to go to the aquarium."
George glanced at me subconsciously, saying, "Can Mom and I take you there?"
Lydia turned her head, saying, "I don't want Mom to go with us."
Looking at her round back of the head, I couldn't hide the bitterness in my heart.
"It's okay. I should blame myself for spending too little time with Lydia."
I said gently, "Should Mommy make Lydia's favorite dish at home?"
She was moved, looking at me.
"Okay, Lydia wants to eat Mommy's sandwiches."
My heart warmed up a bit.
Then they two left.
I stopped forcing myself, lifted my feet, and collapsed on the bed when I returned to the room.
"If it were the 22-year-old Daisy, she would decisively get a divorce at the first glance of the diary."
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"She would rather have a fall out than maintain such a peaceful life."
"But the 32-year-old Daisy is a coward."
"She has been immersed herself in the sweet life for seven years, and she has long lost her pride."