ader: F

s later,

on. Even if the dehumidifier in the r

he lounge. Once entering the lobby, she sees Nelson, her son, falling asleep in the chair. Becau

s, and she moves to him softly, picking up t

carefully applying the ointment on the eczema on Nelson's face. She can't help fr

after his father excessively, including the physique. If it is a bit humid, he woul

gravel. After having several mouthfuls, sh

ook good, Ruth asks anx

and, "Nothing, I wil

ney, let alone Florence, who is a single mother with a son only three and a half y

usy about after 7 p.m. It is tiring to raise a child."

t asleep. The child changes every day, but on the way taking after h

yes. If it hadn’t been Brian's father who intervened

Florence is a happy woman. As long as she doesn't meet the peo

Nelson, a bit reluctant. Fortunately, the child is so considerate that if he wakes up without seeing her, he would

The supervisor in charge of this floor has always been very reassured by her. Thinking of the big shot on

t in Box 309 is not easy to deal with. She opens the door with a fru

ights and the air filled with the

e bottle. Suddenly one hand snatches away the goblet from her hand. Before Florence

ble nervously, apologizing, "I'm sorry, s

loor, and then looks at the man sitting in the sofa, smiling, "It's so rare for Mr. Si

an next to the coffee table with her hands on the lower abd

o and bring some

ierce after being kicked. Her vision gets a fit blurry. She strugg

s around, she hears a l

fingers holding the bo

m the sofa, approaching her step b

ghtly knitted, and he