Chapter 839

Sometimes, Linda could be very strict with her child. William suddenly took her hand and led her to the walk-in closet. Her clothes were still there, and one section was specifically filled with shirts. Without exception, all the collars of these shirts were embroidered with the letter "L" or a lily. Linda had made these clothes for William. Almost every piece was handmade, and only she knew how much she had suffered while making them. For someone who had never even touched a needle or thread growing up, making clothes from scratch was incredibly difficult. But she had made every item with affection. "When are you going to make me another one?" William asked, picking up the one on the farthest side. "This is the one that looks most presentable. I've been wearing the clothes you made over the years, and it looks like they're going to be worn out. Yet, I can't bear to throw them away." Linda glanced over, recalling everything she had learned because of him. "I'm sorry. Unfort