Chapter 172

Ronan looked at Lyra meaningfully, curling his lips with a hint of suggestion as he said, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Anything is possible'?"

"I've only heard 'What's done is done.'" Lyra turned her face away, looking out the window, refusing to look at him anymore.

Neither of them spoke again until the car reached the residential area where Lyra lived.

Reluctantly, Lyra let go of Matthew and then got out of the car.

Ronan turned his head to see his son lying on the back seat, his little head resting on a pillow, mouth slightly open, drooling as he slept.

He took off his coat and covered his son with it.

Matthew seemed to be surrounded by the cold breath of a man in his dream, his eyebrows furrowing tightly.

"Mia..." Matthew murmured.

He was dreaming, dreaming that Mia was holding his hand, playing on the grass.

They played with building blocks, played with sand, ran hand in hand, very happy.

Matth