Chapter 128

When she saw Louis quietly waiting at the garden gate, Willow finally set out with Ivy in relief. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at Jason. The little guy's face was red, and he was excitedly talking to Louis with his head tilted up. His small hand would occasionally touch his hat, seemingly afraid that it would be blown away by the wind. Willow smiled, holding Ivy and hopped onto Uncle Bush's ox-cart. Jason had spent his childhood being negated and insulted. His self-esteem was relentlessly broken, warped, and trampled upon. Now, what he needed the most was encouragement and praise. Willow was always trying to find ways to help the little one rebuild his confidence. Such a kind and adorable little angel, if he couldn't grow up happily, even heaven would not be able to bear it. Looking at it now, their hard work over this period of time had not been in vain. For Ivy, the situation was different. When they got off the ox-cart, a woman with a child brushed past Willow and