Penelope's expression was grim as he tightened his grip on Zoe's hand, ready to leave. "Blakey, you don't have to do this. I don't want to adopt any children. Our decisions are ours to make. Let's go home."

Old Mr. Wells seemed to have not heard what Penelope said, only picking up on Zoe's words. "Whatever request you have, you can just say it. The Wells Family will consider it carefully, and if possible, we will try to fulfill it. As long as you agree to adopt a child."

Zoe turned back, speaking softly, "I want a year. Although the doctors have already diagnosed me and said I won't be...