Chapter 189. The Will and Testament

"Mama Dada Caca," the baby mumbled while pulling his mother's sweater to match his and his father's.

"Right. The three of us have the same clothes,” Max said while stroking his son's head.

Watching the warmth of his little brother's family, Julian's feelings suddenly calmed down. With eyes no longer filled with pain, he looked at his wife.

"Did you get a sweater too?" he asked in a low voice.

With a small smile, Mia opened her box. As expected, a gray sweater was neatly folded inside. "This is very nice," the woman mumbled, curling up her lips.

After one breath, Julian pulled Mia into his arms. While closing his eyes, he absorbed the warmth. The furrows of his eyebrows clearly depicted difficulty of melting the frozen sadness in his heart.

"Then, whose is it?" Max asked, suddenly grabbing all attention. His forefinger was already pointed at the only gift that's left on the table. Nothing was written on that large white box.

“That's …”