Leah felt a bit down lately, everything seemed to go wrong. From Chinese New Year’s Eve to the eighth day of the New Lunar Year, she had been hoping to attend Bessie Leclair’s wedding but ended up not going. Not only did little Delphine not escape, she herself was also chased through the busy district by a military district’s off-road vehicle, transformed like a tank, and finally jumped into the sea to escape.

Fortunately, she’s been healthier than in previous years. Griffith Squire was still infuriated and told her not to show up recently.

Noting his strange behavior as if avoiding someone, she decided not to return to Squire Manor, instead moving into her little garden villa that she bought but never lived in, a place unknown to most people.

Last year, in the Southern Islands, Griffith Squire had the parents relocated from their ancestral home to be buried in the Southern Islands. On the tenth day, Leah, as usual, went to pay respects and upon returning from the Southern Cemetery, found a pretty, adorable little boy in her car.

"Mommy, mommy." Seeing the little boy clinging to her arm and crying, Leah was taken aback. The child looked about six or seven years old. If she had given birth to such a big child, what kind of beast was the father?

Leah originally wanted to call the police but strangely thought of the dreams she had where she had a child. So, on a whim, she took in the little cutie, feeding, and entertaining him until the child’s father showed up at her door.

"Mr. Shaw, how could you lose such a young child? What kind of father are you? If you don’t want this child, I might as well take him." Leah scolded coldly, intending to be more aloof. However, she realized that even sitting in a wheelchair, the man inexplicably seemed no less tall than her, sitting upright, wearing clothes with a retro feel, like those worn by her father’s generation, with hemp shirts and wide pants, looking inexplicably handsome and pleasing to the eye.

Leah was a standard "face-con," so seeing this high-value father and son duo, she impulsively took them home.

She led them to her garden villa bought earlier, seeing little Casimir Shaw’s adorably timid tugging at her clothes, while the man in the wheelchair turned pale as if fainting at the sight of the luxurious villa, Leah felt instantly reassured.

Bumpkin, definitely a bumpkin, not a mysterious stranger, or Griffith Squire would have split her in two.

"Mommy, Mr. Shaw and I can’t afford the rent." Casimir Shaw clung to the door, refusing to enter, blinking his black eyes pitifully.

Indeed they were poor. Mr. Shaw never even gave him pocket money; he saved great-grandmother’s money for the future of finding his mom, but forgot to bring it to the Southern Islands.

Mr. Shaw was even poorer, eating only vegetarian, couldn’t afford meat, didn’t buy new clothes, bought nothing.

Casimir realized Mr. Shaw and great-grandmother seemed never to spend money, concluding that Mr. Shaw was indeed very poor.

"Board and lodging in exchange for work," Leah said with a smile, pinching Casimir Shaw’s adorable cheek, who shot her a resentful little look. She chuckled softly, lifting her gaze to meet Richard Shaw’s deep brown eyes like glass.

Richard Shaw felt that every second now felt like eternity; he didn’t even dare to breathe loudly or blink, fearing that Leah might vanish before his eyes. Since Casimir’s disappearance and encountering Leah at the mall, everything felt like a dream so that he didn’t want to waste a second calling Ignatius Leclair to ask if he always knew that Crystal Landon was not dead.

On the night of the eighth, knowing Griffith Squire was part of the Cox Family, he dared not admit Leah was Crystal Landon. He had lost her once and couldn’t bear losing her again, but he wouldn’t go back to the Imperial City, preferring to linger in the Southern Islands, holding onto a sliver of fragile hope.

"Come in," Leah called, leading the bouncing Casimir Shaw through the door, noticing the man’s tense face as if he thought entering would swallow him whole. She rolled her eyes, approached and pushed his wheelchair.

Why is this man so pretentious?

As soon as she approached, the man’s body tensed, holding his breath, gripping the wheelchair tightly, the faint fragrance on her overwhelmed his mind. For years, the pain so deep he couldn’t sleep, he would only rise and sit in the courtyard, waiting for dawn, day after day, year after year.

His obsession had become a demon. Seeing her familiar face, seeing her similarly bright smile, he couldn’t think, like a puppet responding to her commands. Luckily, he was stuck in a wheelchair; otherwise, he didn’t know how much more of a fool he’d make of himself.

She seemed to have forgotten much of her past, and Richard Shaw didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or sad, but since fate gave him a second chance, he was determined not to repeat his mistakes.

Leah pushed Richard Shaw’s wheelchair inside, surprised by his intense anxiety. Was she really that scary?

"Mommy, mommy, Mr. Shaw said you got lost and forgot the way home. But don’t worry, ’cause Mr. Shaw and I found you," Casimir Shaw was still full of excitement, clutching Leah’s clothes.

No wonder Uncle Leclair said his New Year’s wish would come true. It really did, he thought excitedly, having found a mommy just like in the photo.

But since mommy couldn’t remember him or Mr. Shaw, what if she didn’t want them?

Casimir Shaw’s sense of crisis surged, his joyous face fell, he tugged at Leah’s clothes, pleadingly:

"Mommy, Mr. Shaw can cook, clean, do carpentry, he can do everything. And I’ll be very well-behaved, I just need a little bowl of rice and some greens every day, I’m easy to take care of. Mommy, you won’t abandon us, right?"

A bowl of rice, some greens? Leah’s expression fell, such a young child, still growing, how could he only eat vegetarian?

"Do you eat that every day?" Leah asked softly, holding Casimir Shaw on the sofa.

Casimir glanced at the lost Mr. Shaw beside him, sure enough, that was Mr. Shaw’s diet. He was still growing, Mr. Shaw was vegetarian but pushed him to eat meat, claiming that being a vegetarian made him stupid.

Mr. Shaw had been vegetarian for years, making him completely stupid. Casimir held his bubbling excitement and nodded seriously, tilting his head, saying, "We both eat a little, easy to look after."

Finally snapping out of it, Richard Shaw gave Casimir Shaw a cold warning look. This little rascal was getting mischievous again.