Zoe moved into a new apartment. It was more than two thousand square feet, spacious enough for her, Mia, Yanni, and the two nannies. On top of that, it was located in the heart of the city.

She still had yet to recover from the postpartum depression. So, Deborah and the other nanny, Edith, would take care of the baby in the night. If she was feeling well, she’d play with Yanni in the day.

Yanni was five months old now. She was innocent and adorable.

Mia was worried about Zoe's health.

In response, she said lightly, “I’ll go for therapy! Don’t worry, Mia. If I can survive in that wretched rehabilitation center, then I can survive anywhere!”

Mia was furious when she brought it up. “I think Mason’s mother deserved a much harsher punishment! Although, I must say it’s quite fitting to send her there and let her have a taste of her own medicine. Better yet, give her several shots of sedatives every single day. See how she likes it!”

Rubbing Mia’s hands tenderly, she said, “It’s all