Five years later.

"When mommy is away, the baby will sleep, okay?"

Anya touched the face of her child who was innocently staring at her. He was four years old and very smart. Aside from the fact that he got his father's blue eyes, he was undeniably the son of Andrius Monterio.

Up to this day, Anya was still hurting when she remembered everything that happened five years ago. She could go on with her present life but she couldn't move on from her past. The pain was itched in the depths of his heart until this day, she still carried it.

"Umm," Her son nodded in agreement. He also...