What Do You Want Me To Do To Help You?

In the middle of the night, the room with only one wall lamp on was extremely quiet. Only Elizabeth's faint breathing could be heard. James sat on the chair beside the bed and had been staring at Elizabeth's sleepy face for a long time. He didn't even move. Looking at her sleeping face quietly, he felt warm and relieved in heart, but he was also somewhat depressed. In fact, his life could be said to be perfect. He had a good family background, outstanding appearance, enormous knowledge, a high status, a warm family and a beloved wife. In a few months, he would have a child. Even though he once had a difficult period, compared to the things that he had got, that period of time was so insignificant. The first half of his life was successful and smooth, and he was confident that he would live happily or even had a better life in the rest of his life. But, what about Xavier? They grew up together and lived in the same house since childhood. Xavier should have had a pleasant life just like