Chapter 1108

No one understood the pain Nina had gone through in her relationship with Vans better than Diana.

This included the growth Nina had experienced through the ordeal with Lina Jennings.

Yet, Nina still loved courageously.

And she grew even wilder.

Diana thought back to a moment ago, when Nina had suddenly attacked Vans. She had pressed his head firmly against his chest, and gnawed on it chaotically. Instead of laughing, Diana felt emotions that she had long since forgotten-shock, and touched.

Only with a vigorous love…could one possess an everlasting vitality.

Diana seemed to have found a peculiar strength from Nina. She smiled, and went to the bathroom.

After opening the door, she went in and gently patted Sean’s back.

“Sean, Daddy’s coming to see you.”

Sean stiffened.

The water had turned cold, but he wasn’t in a hurry to get out.

Yet, at this moment, it was obvious that he was a little anxious.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.”

After confirming that the bathroom was at an acceptable temperature, Diana fetched a towel. Sean got out of the tub, and she dried his hair for him. She also handed him a fresh towel. “Get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

Sean was visibly delighted. His eyes were now shining brightly, with no trace of his previous sadness.

“Why didn’t Daddy answer the phone just now? When did he tell you he was coming to see me?”

“He didn’t answer the phone because he had something to attend to.”

In fact, Diana still wasn’t sure what Julian had been up to when she called earlier. But the fact that he was coming to see her and the children, about to arrive where she lived, was evidence enough of his intentions.

It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. He had been preparing to meet her and the kids all along.

“After Mommy left, Daddy contacted me again,” Diana admitted truthfully. “He said he’s almost downstairs in our building.”

After saying this, she urged Sean, “Hurry and get dressed, okay?”

She turned away, giving Sean the time and privacy to dress himself. As children grew older, they became increasingly concerned about their privacy and gender.

Ever since Sean learned that he, his little sister, and Mommy couldn’t enter the women’s restroom together at the mall, he made it clear that he didn’t want Diana to watch him while he put on his underwear or bathed.

As a mother, Diana had long known that this day would come. Children would demand their own privacy. All the children were like that. They started from crying babies who could only be comforted when held by their mothers, to children who grew serious and insisted on knocking on their bedroom doors before entering.

It had transformed Diana from a mother who changed their diapers into one who waited outside the bathroom while they took care of themselves.

She had considered every aspect of it.

She even knew that from the moment her children were born, from the instant the doctor pulled them out of her belly, a mother would eventually need to gracefully step back from her children’s lives.

Yet, she hadn’t expected this day to come so soon.

Sean was just a little over two years old, and he no longer allowed her to pour water over him with a small scoop during his bath. He no longer needed her to rub away the little bits of dirt hidden between the folds of his skin, as she had done when he was a baby.

He was an independent and intelligent child, something she should be happy about.

Diana sniffled, pushing away her mixed emotions—she felt both content and loss as she watched her child grow up bit by bit.

After she composed herself, she asked Sean, “Are you dressed?”

“I’m dressed,” Sean replied.

Not only was he dressed, but he had also dried his own hair and drained the water from the tub.

“Mommy, the water flows faster now.”

“Your daddy fixed it.” Thinking of that man handling trivial everyday tasks like this, Diana chuckled.

“He’s quite skilled at handling these things.”