"My nephew works at the company, but he's not as capable as his wife. I like my nephew's wife very much; she's excellent everywhere." Aunt May chuckled as she looked at Jasmine Yale.
As she looked, her eyes became a bit moist.
That brat, having such a good wife, said he didn't want her anymore, how could he bear to leave...
A pang like being pricked by a needle pierced her heart.
Aunt May had always been an optimistic person, but this matter struck her heart.
How could he bear to leave?
"I can tell, you're extremely satisfied with your nephew's wife." The new mother laughed.
Jasmine Yale walked around the maternity ward hugging the baby, and sometimes, the conversations between the new mother and Aunt May reached her ears.
Most of the time, she just smiled without saying a word.
Lowering her head to look at the baby's face, the softest spot in her heart seemed to awaken. She didn't even know what she felt inside; she just indulged in the baby's face, reluctant to look away.
