Max couldn't stay still. He kept walking back and forth, clutching his head. Every now and then, he sighed, hoping the pressure in the chest would ease. Unfortunately, the fear in his mind became clearer.

　　"Max," Gabriella sighed as she couldn't bear to see her husband's restlessness.

　　Hearing the woman's soft voice, the man finally changed the direction and stopped in his wife's arms.

　　“What should I do, Gaby? I still have a lot to talk with Dad. I haven't told him about our Little Prince, or said thank you. I've only hugged him for a minute,” Max whispered, spilling anxiety.

　　Receiving such a confession, the woman's brows furrowed deeper....