Alice Conley could only sigh, getting pregnant isn't something you can do just because you want to.
Just then, little Katherine Quinn suddenly shouted, "Daddy!" and then ran away from Mabel Quinn.
"Hey, Ivy!" Mabel called out, startled to see her daughter running toward a tall figure. She was momentarily stunned—wasn't that Kyle Kinston?
The problem was, wasn't he supposed to be at the memorial event? Why was he here?
However, at this moment, Kyle wasn't wearing a suit. Instead, he was in a beige pullover, light brown pants, and white sneakers, looking handsome and charming.
"Daddy!" The little one had already reached Kyle, stretching out her arms with an expression asking to be held.
Kyle bent down to pick up the little one, once again feeling her soft and small form in his arms. Because of the sports day today, the kindergarten playground was bustling with people, surrounded by many little kids, making Kyle feel a bit uneasy.
