Chapter 151 : What do you hate?

Jarred

"She was a year old when we adopted her", Christian narrates while walking through the corridor. "I still remember— I wasn't interested in adoption— just a second before seeing her", he lets out a small laugh. "That must be one of the most unexpected best days of my life"

I'm mesmerised by the way he describes it with a wider smile as if he can still feel the moment. I missed it.

"Why didn't you want an adoption?" I ask, pushing myself to respond.

"Well, that's kind of silly and complicated at the same time. Ivanna was unable to conceive and she was literally blaming herself, going into depression and things— I didn't want her to feel that it made her imperfect. I genuinely didn't want anything from her. And I felt like she was pushing me for adoption because she thought she was incomplete. It was never the case. Until the moment I saw Chrissie, and Ivanna being genuinely happy. Chrissie didn't complete us. She completed us individually as a person. I understood that after sh