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Chapter 907

Another half an hour passed when the motionless Connie moved suddenly. She reached out, stroked Hilda's hair, and sighed. "My daughter."

Turning her head, she looked at her. Even now, she believed that Hilda was a gift from the heavens, a gift she obtained in exchange for all the happiness in her life.

Hilda leaned her head against her shoulder, then looked up at her and said cheekily, "Mom, can you tell me stories about dad?"

Upon hearing her request, Connie fell silent for a minute or so. She was organizing her words in her head, wanting to use the most beautiful words she knew to describe the love of her life. "Your father was the most wonderful person in the world. He was kind and gentle. I felt like I was looking at all the good in the world whenever I looked at him."

She occasionally smiled or frowned when speaking about Adrian.

On the other hand, Hilda listened carefully. She had never heard Connie speaking about Adrian in such detail before. As she listened, she tried har
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