CHAPTER 363

Two children, a girl named SeEliana and a boy named Brandon.

Those were the names I had chosen for them, without any particular meaning. I just thought they sounded nice.

Thinking I lacked culture, my dad sifted through an English dictionary, wanting to change them. But Jones stood up for me, saying, "We shouldn't burden children with adult expectations through their names. They'll have their own lives."

Finally, my dad backed down and accepted the names.

"Alright, you stay at home. I'll accompany Eliana to the hospital," my mom decided when I had to go for a postpartum checkup after my confinement period. My dad wanted to join, but my mom stopped it.

I took my daughter to the hospital, leaving my son at home under my dad's care.

The hospital we chose was close and well-equipped, but Catherine worked there, and I avoided crossing paths with her at all costs.