The little girl had become quiet and caught Paul's attention.
He put down his phone and turned his wheelchair over to his side. "Daughter, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick and uncomfortable somewhere?"
As he spoke, Paul glanced at Merry's stomach!
There is his precious grandchild there, is there a problem with it?!
At this moment, in a place that Paul couldn't see, Merry had a sly look in her eyes. She then said sadly, "Dad, I'm fine, I just… miss my mom!"
Paul subconsciously furrowed his brows, looking at Chris who was smoking not far from them. He narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Merry. "Why do you suddenly miss her?"
Merry sat up straight and stroked her stomach with her little hands. "I haven't seen her in a long time. And I saw you water the flowers earlier, so I immediately thought of my mom!"