Bertha Haines carried Justin into the garden and started playing hide and seek with him.
Under the sunset, the mother and son were like two butterflies, flitting through the flowers, accompanied by laughter as melodious as an oriole's song, forming a beautiful picture.
Clare Lewis followed behind them, walking leisurely, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
A yawn suddenly broke the moment inappropriately.
The servant immediately brought over the wheelchair and helped him sit down.
Seeing this, Bertha Haines hurriedly ran over to Clare Lewis. Seeing that he had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep, her mood instantly became complicated.
She knew he had a strange illness.
His sleep time each day far exceeded his waking time, and as time went by, the time he was awake each day grew shorter and shorter.
Clare Lewis said it was a hereditary family disease.
His father had passed away because of it.
