I gently stroked his hair, trying to comfort him."Even if we don't live together, I'll always be your mom. If you miss me, we can video chat anytime."He sniffled, swallowing back his tears, and asked hesitantly, "During holidays, can I fly over to see you?"I smiled warmly. "Of course you can."Even five-and-a-half-year-old Yves had my best interests at heart and knew when to let go.But 30-year-old Nicholas was still clinging to me desperately and trying to change my mind.When I threw the roses he had sent into the trash once more, the sorrow in his eyes threatened to overflow."Tell me, what do I have to do for you to even look at me?"His voice was raw and fragile with desperation."Should I kneel before you?"Before I could answer, he actually went down on his knees."Olivia, just one more chance. I'll do anything. I'll even give my life to you."I hadn't expected him to go this far.But his actions didn't touch me. Instead, it made me recoil. "Do you even realize h
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