Chapter 1352

Abigail climbed onto an even thinner branch and gripped it tightly. "James, pass me the basket Mr. Walton gave us. I'll pick some cherries for you!" Grace didn't hesitate either. She scrambled up the tree with practiced ease. Oliver felt as if he were witnessing a monkey at play. Soon, Grace made it to the highest point. From down below, Cliff tilted his head back to watch his mother, his chubby neck fully exposed. Meanwhile, Hazel needed Shawn's help as she lacked Abigail's tree-climbing experience and Grace's agility. Every tree had a man watching his lover. Peter kept moving around, switching between caution and encouragement. "Be careful, Abigail. Don't slip!" Then, he cheered, "There are more cherries at the top. Keep going, Grace!" And finally, with a hint of exasperation, he muttered, "Hazel, why are you still stuck in the middle? Grace and Abigail are already at the top." Shawn, ever the devoted husband, climbed up after Hazel. He braced himself against the trunk, h