Olivia quickly looked toward the door. "What's wrong?"

Logan usually abided by the rules and wouldn't bother her when she was resting.

"I … Ms. Fordham, are you asleep? I'm sorry to bother you."

Olivia wasn't asleep yet, so she figured she might as well see what Logan wanted. She got up and made herself presentable before she opened the door.

"I …"

Her voice trailed off abruptly. Logan was holding a cake with some candles on it.

The candlelight illuminated his face and flickered in his eyes.

"It might be a little late, Ms. Fordham, but birthdays are important. You shouldn't ignore them."

It was exactly 11:59 pm at the moment. Logan probably made the cake himself. There were still traces of flour and cream on his face.

"Thanks." Olivia was moved.

"It's almost 12:00 am. You should make a wish and blow the candle out, Ms. Fordham."

She didn't make a fuss and quickly closed her eyes to make her wish. She wanted to be reunited with her children as soon as possible.

She bl