It had been almost a year since Charityst met the man in Country R.


    One year ago, one leg of his was empty. Now that he was standing upright in a pair of pants, she could not tell that he had lost one leg.


    Even so, Charity was sure that that leg of his was probably not the same as a normal person''s.


    Otherwise, he would not need a walking stick.


    "When did you return from overseas?" Charity soon pulled herself together from the shock.


    "Less than three days ago." Chester fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him. It was hard for him to imagine that she was already a mother.


    After one year, her face seemed chubbier, and she was not as thin as before but looked more bosomy.


    A dark glint shed in his eyes.


    However, he dared not fix his eyes on that for long. He swiftly averted his gaze and turned to the baby in the stroller.


    That was when his heart suddenly skipped a beat.


    Was that... his and her child?


    He heard Shaun say previously that the child looked rather cute.


    However, thest time Shaun met the child was when thetter was just born.


    Now that one month had passed, the child''s features were clearer. He was lying on the bed, looking at the world curiously with his big, bright eyes.


    Given that the child was too young and his face had not yet fully developed, Chester could not tell who he looked like.


    Even so, he could predict that the child''s features must be beautiful when he grew up.


    "Is he... that child?" Chester tightened his hold of the walking stick and asked gently, "What''s his name?"


    "Callum Robbins."


    Chester instantly got the meaning of the name. "That''s good. I hope you get to have a peaceful life with the arrival of this child."


    Charity nodded. It was probably because she had the child, but she was much calmer meeting Chester again. "Cal''s arrival has brought me lots of joy. In fact, I was fortunate to survive in an unexpected way, but my real family members have since passed away. Having him made me realize that I''m not alone in this world." "You''re never alone." Those words escaped Chester''s mouth in spite of himself. However, after noticing a hint of wariness in Charity''s eyes, he promptly said, "I mean... you still have friends like Catherine and Freya. They''re your best friends." "Even so, they''re merely my friends. They have their own kids and families too." Charity smiled.


    "If that''s the case, I''m no different from them even though I have a family." Chester shrugged and walked toward her with his walking stick.


    He could no longer walk normally and was visibly tottering as he walked.


    However, those who were unaware of what happened would think that his leg was just injured.


    Chester seemed to notice her gaze, so he exined, "I''ve installed a prosthetic leg, and it''s quite useful, but I can''t walk too fast. Otherwise, my leg will hurt."


    Charity grasped the point. It was no wonder he felt frustrated.


    "Charity, I''ve moved into the house next to yours. These are some bread my personal chef made, which I''ve specially brought for you." Chester handed her the box in his right hand.


    That gesture made Charity dumbfounded. "You''re the neighbor who just moved in?"


    "Yes." Chester nodded frankly.


    Charity immediately furrowed her brows. "So, did the previous neighbor move out all of a sudden because you gave him a seaside vi worth billions of dors?"