Chapter 82: Like Neal

Like Neal.

“I’m just happy,” Nathaniel explained.

When Alisa tilted her head in confusion, Nathaniel couldn’t help but smile.

Alisa, his daughter, was such a beautiful little girl. He cupped her cheek, fought the urge to kiss it, and simply embraced her again.

“Thank you, Ali, for hugging me,” he said, gulping down the last urge to cry.

Alisa and Bastin were now three years old. Nathaniel had already missed so much of their early years, years that should have been joyful, but were gone and could never be reclaimed.

Sadly, he could only blame himself.

Just then, someone cleared her throat. Nathaniel looked up and was stunned to see an older version of Serena.

His mouth hung open as he stood, his eyes fixed on the same woman.

“This is my mom, Celine,” Serena introduced.

Unlike Silas and Sterling Vander, Celine smiled at Nathaniel. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Her expression shifted into something more controlled.

Nathaniel offered his hand and said,