William Griffith didn't mind what he had heard; after all, Cherish Turner had spent twenty-three years living with the Turner family. He could understand and was willing to wait as long as he could be with Cherish.
The problem was, dealing with both sets of parents was not easy, which was indeed a bit tricky.
He also thought about his own family, where the situation was the same.
But what could he do? Among thousands of people, he only wanted Cherish Turner.
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They had breakfast at the Turner family's house, so they didn't go to the restaurant they had planned to visit. Cherish had to rush to the company, and William naturally offered her a ride.
When they got in the car, Cherish dumped her bag on William and glared at the little bun sitting in the backseat.
"You!" she pointed at Lewis's nose and said, "At such a young age, how can you be just like your dad? Do you know how much Auntie Cherish likes you, huh?"