The little girl in the stroller seemed to have woken up. She snored softly and smacked her lips.
Elle looked restless and she grabbed Jessy's hand. I felt sorry because now the one in front of me was no longer Elle who was so confident holding Tommy's arm to make me jealous like before.
She looked restless and uncomfortable, nervous, and had a lot on her mind. Her daughter was one of the sources of all that.
However, I also really appreciated her. A model like Elle, who was used to living in a glamorous atmosphere and full of luxury, was willing to give up all that to take care of her sick daughter and even loved her very much, even though her daughter's condition also made her face a lot of pressure.
I stood up and approached the stroller to see Stella.
"Laurie, don't...." Elle
