The Cherished Wife

Henry and Peter moved to the room next door. Henry settled into a chair, while Peter stood awkwardly until Henry waved him down. "Sit, sit!"

"Right." Peter took a seat, his voice urgent. "Dad, we can't put off dealing with mom's illness any longer."

Henry's gaze was piercing as he finally spoke. "Do you think you can get Anna to come back?"

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I'd say there's a seventy percent chance."

Nancy was Tania's mother, after all. She would not just stand by and watch her mother's health decline. If anything happened to Nancy, the guilt would haunt Tania forever.

Peter got Tania. She was the kind of girl who seemed to breeze through life, tough as nails and acting like nothing could touch her. However, deep down, her yearning for a real family connection was as real as it got.

Once upon a time, her foster mom and boyfriend betrayed her, and she went all out for payback. However, it was her foster dad, Christian, who helped her let go of the grudge. Christian did a stellar job raising her.

it had not been for that big mix-up between them, Tania

how much Tania might despise him, she would not let their

those past three years partly to avoid him, sure,

shut tight, and let out a heavy sigh. "Look, I don't know what went down between you and Anna, but you really dropped the ball with her back then. If Anna does show up and she's not into... well, being with you, you can't push her." Peter's hands balled into fists, his brow knotted, and he stayed quiet

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