Chapter 523

“You’re too good to me,” she murmured, sipping the milk. “So, what were we talking about? What’s an option?”

“I was suggesting to Meg and Winston that maybe they should adopt Ivy,” I told her, pausing to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked at me, and then at Meg, Winston, and finally Ivy, who was content in Meg’s arms, drinking from her bottle.

Breaking the silence, Meg started to