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"You even remember my birthday?" Isabella expressed some surprise.

When Isabella gave birth to Asher, Andrew had seen her medical records, which included her date of birth. He had an exceptional memory and remembered it clearly. However, due to recent trivial matters, he had momentarily overlooked it.

Isabella tilted her chin slightly, her eyes gathering the moonlight outside the window, filled with a faint coldness and sadness.

"I am as unlucky as ever. On my tenth birthday, Charlotte and her daughters showed up, and my mom and dad got divorced. On my eighteenth birthday, I slept with the wrong man. On my twentieth birthday, I was wrongly accused of being a mistress. Perhaps, my birth was a mistake."

"Mistake? A beautiful mistake." Andrew smiled, reaching out to stroke her head, his posture almost indulgent. "Don't overthink it. Everything has its meaning."

His palm moved from the top of her head to the tips of her hair, with water droplets in his palm.

After washing, Isabella didn't