Chapter 857 She Bore the Child of A Criminal

Meanwhile, at the Norman residence. The lamp in the yard cast a dim light on the fragrant garden and onto a gentle breeze of the early fall. Under the dense canopy of leaves was a white steel table. On it was a white porcelain pot with a small mouth that emitted a wisp of vapor. Next to the pot was a basket with an assortment of delicate desserts. Jack stared vacantly at his beautiful and elegant wife, who was sitting in a rattan chair and sipping a cup of tea. The entire space belonged to the couple. As he stared at her, time seemed to have frozen, and they were back in their younger days. Jack was in a calm mood. He was not bothered by the political squabbles at work or any other earthly worries. All he wanted to do was sit there and enjoy the tranquility with his wife. He admitted that he had failed her. Because of him, their birth daughter had gone missing for more than twenty years, and they had adopted Leia from an orphanage. His wife had doted upon the young girl