CHAPTER 469. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. Therapy is too expensive

She quietly ate her ice cream, watching Niko. He was a beautiful child, and in almost every way, he looked much more like her than anyone else.

"How old are you, sweetheart?" she asked warmly, trying to strike up any kind of conversation with him. It seemed like a neutral topic.

He held up two little fingers and said confidently, "These."

"Two years old?" Anja smiled, delighted as she watched him continue eating. She felt like she was dying of love just watching him.

"Mm-hmm," Niko responded, looking at his father with curiosity, as if wondering why there was a stranger asking so many questions while they ate ice cream.

"He doesn’t talk much yet," Milo explained to Anja. "When we rescued him, he didn’t say a word. Now he has a bigger vocabulary, though it’s still a bit... well..."

"Dirty?" Anja asked with a smirk, seeing Milo make a face.

"Yeah, sorry about that. When I was with the team, I used to swear a lot. I’ve almost