Hearing Thalia Anderson say this, Ivy River suddenly felt that all she had said just now was in vain.
It felt like playing a lute to a cow.
This was a dream state she had woven, so why was Thalia Anderson's self-awareness still so strong?
Ivy River calmly spoke, "I'm telling you, this matter is simple. It's just your daughter wants you to find the child, but also wants you to be happy, understand?"
"Your daughter never blamed you and didn't know you'd be so traumatized by her death. You need to listen to her and pull yourself together."
Thalia Anderson asked, "Did my daughter tell you this? Or what? I want to know if these are my daughter's words, because if not, I... still can't move on."
Ivy River replied irritably:
"Yes, if you're not happy, your daughter won't be happy down there either. This is what she told me. If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do."
"Okay, I believe you, but can you tell me, is Ivy River my granddaughter?"
