The boy’s mother clasped her hands together, looking uneasy.

Estelle sighed again and said directly, “You want me to take care of your child after you die, right?”

The boy’s mother lowered her head and dared not look at her. Then, after a while, she nodded slowly.

“Why do you bring up your son on your own? Where is his father?” Estelle carefully asked.

“He... remarried a long time ago, and he has another child,” The boy’s mother said with a bitter smile. “He is a capable ...