Chapter 220 A Father's Joy
- Then, nothing could sound as melodious as the laughter of his wife and daughter. Those were incomparable.
- But at that moment as his feet, nestled in the comforts of a closed toe shoe sunk into the lush grass, his ears were blessed with another melody; the cries of his son.
- “Christ…” wrapped in a clean towel, and held in Rita's arms was their son.