Chapter 77: Family of Three's Daily Shopping Routine

Delilah Woods heard these words, lowered her gaze slightly, and looked at the little ginseng doll fluttering before her. She remained silent for a long while, finally biting her lip, her voice trembling softly.

"I choose the second one."

After uttering these words, Delilah seemed to lose all strength, her body swaying gently. As she looked at the confused ghost child before her, tears slid uncontrollably down her face again.

"I'm sorry... I... I don't want to give you up..."

But she was only eighteen.

She still had a long life ahead of her.

If she kept this little ghost, she would never forget the pain Micah Quigley had caused her.

She wanted a fresh start.

She wanted a life without Micah.

"Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy can't keep you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... sob, sob..."

By the end, Delilah was already sobbing uncontrollably.