Chapter 953

In Richworth, the snow continued to fall for three consecutive days, covering everything in a white expanse forming a world draped in silver. Late at night, Blair returned home and went to the children’s room to check on Spike. Spike was already asleep, holding the teddy bear that his mother bought for him in his arms. His eyelashes were damp, and there were glistening teardrops at the corners of his eyes. Blair silently sat by the bedside, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corner of Spike’s eyes. He stared at Spike’s face, which bore some resemblance to Mable. Regret filled his eyes. “Mommy…” In his sleep, Spike murmured as his eyebrows furrowed. Blair gently patted Spike’s back, comforting him. After an unknown period, Blair left Spike’s room and returned to the bedroom. He picked up the photo of her and Mable placed on the bedside table, his gaze lingering on Mable. “Mabes, where are you? It’s been thirteen days. Your condition can’t be delayed any longer... “Ma