Andrea finished putting Philips to bed in the room. She kissed the baby's forehead for a moment. Then cover the child.
"You really look like your father," Andrea muttered. Andrea smiled at her son. Indeed, dhe was too similar to Evans that Andrea could not look at her son for long.
"It's not that I don't love you, Philips. You have to do this. Your father is already living happily with another woman. I don't want to ruin his happiness," said Andrea.
"Andrea!" called Silvy in a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Let's eat. Mrs. Mahdi has made food for us," said Silvy.
"All right," said Andrea.
They then went out to have dinner together. The very cold mountain atmosphere made Andrea and Silvy starve. They ate all the dishes on the dining table with so much gusto.
"You forgot your diet, Andrea?" Slivy said while holding her stomach.
"Ah, tomorrow, I'm going on a diet, " Andrea said.
