Chapter 302. Trapped in the Sunlight

In Ndola, the sun came from behind the clouds in the morning. The dazzling sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, spilling into the house built of red bricks. and tiles.

Under the sun was a lean, slender figure with thick wavy hair. From a distance, the scene was as breathtaking as a textured oil painting.

Holding Grace in her arms, Taya fumbled for the bread on the plate, tore it apart bit by bit with her gloved hands, and inserted the bits into the little girl’s mouth.

Grace opened her chubby mouth and craned her neck, leaning her mouth closer to the toast handed over by her Aunt Taya. After biting into the soft toast, she looked up at the person sitting across from them.

Amon took his time to slice the steak with a knife and fork. After cutting it into strips, he forked a piece and raised it to Taya’s mouth.

“Rosalie, open your mouth.”

Grace was greatly confused. Her Uncle George said her mother’s name was Rosalie, wh