The three of them hugged each other warmly, then made their way home from the airport.

Mr. Anderson had bought a house in France a few years previous. Now it seemed like a good place for Diana to live in peace while she was pregnant.

That night, Diana lay on her new bed, desperately missing home, which seemed so far away.

"Diana?" It was Mrs. Anderson who called out and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Mum." Diana wiped her tears.

Mrs. Anderson entered with a cup of warm milk in her hand.

"Drink this. It's good for your health."

Diana took the milk and drank it obediently. She knew that she made her parents worry about her too much. She could not do that anymore.

"Diana, what are you going to do with the baby?" her mother asked.

Diana smiled and touched her belly tenderly.

"Actually, I have discussed this with your father. And our advice is that you should have an abortion. You are still young. You will have other chances to have children. Besides, Brian has lost his memory, and he doesn't love you anymore." Though Mrs. Anderson didn't want to hurt her daughter's feelings, she decided to tell Diana straight up what she had discussed with Mr. Anderson.

"No, mum, I want to keep it."

Diana was determined as she had never been about anything before in her life.

"But…" Mrs. Anderson began

"Mum, please…" Diana begged.

No one knew whether Brian would one day remember what had happened before. And if he did, could they just continue their life like before? Diana had no idea what would happen, but she was determined to keep the baby; it was the only link between them.

Since Diana was so sure, Mrs. Anderson gave up.

"I will respect your decision. And I will persuade your father to accept it."

"Thank you, Mum." Diana was immensely grateful to have her mother's support; without that, things would have been very difficult.

As the sun rose the next morning, Diana sat in a chair by the window, looking out at the surrounding countryside. She hadn't slept the whole night because of jet lag.

She opened the windows wide. The fresh air made her body and mind feel at ease as the smell of fresh flowers floated into the room.

The family had businesses in France, so Mr. Anderson was out for work, while Daniel was buried in his project. Therefore it was only Diana and Mrs. Anderson alone at home.

Diana didn't want to stay cooped up in the house with her mother all day, so after breakfast, she quietly let herself out of the house and went for a long walk.

Wandering the streets, Diana was totally lost in her thoughts. So much so that she didn't notice a truck driving towards her as she crossed the road.

It was going extremely fast, and while Diana paid no attention, it seemed inevitable that the truck would knock her down.

Luckily, a man rushed to her side and pulled her back at the last second. As Diana was still suffering from shock, the man asked in slightly accented English, "Are you okay?"

Diana said she was fine. The man stood in front of her was a gorgeous French man, possibly even more handsome than Brian.

"Thank you," Diana said sincerely.

"You are welcome. But be careful, okay?" The man smiled and left.

After such a near accident, Diana had no interest in wandering outside. So she bought a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a piece of newspaper and went back home.

Mrs. Anderson was a little surprised.

"You said you wanted to relax. Why are you back so early?"

"There is nothing fun outside. Besides, I cannot speak French." Diana shrugged and went back to her room.

Mrs. Anderson had been worried about Diana lately as she stayed at home all the time.

As it happened, Mr. Anderson called to inform his wife that she and Diana had to attend a reception company later that evening.

Diana had no interest in dressing up. Still, a certain level of effort was required for such an event, so she put on a bit of light make-up and a white gown, then left for the reception with her mother.

The event was held in the garden of a big hotel. The hotel was different from anything Diana was used to backing home; the architecture was absolutely breathtaking.

During the party, Diana was wandering in the garden alone, as her parents had been dragged away to meet some people.

"It's you!" Diana was somewhat surprised.

"Nice to meet you again."

"I'm Diana Anderson." Diana shook hands with the mystery man.

"Hi, I'm Chaney Fox," he smiled warmly.

While they were chatting with each other, Mr. Anderson came towards them. Seeing they were talking happily, he was confused.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Chaney actually saved me earlier today," Diana told her father.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Fox!" said Mr. Anderson.

"Dad, do you know him?"

"Yes, Mr. Fox is our supplier. His family's business supplies all of our medicine in France."

Diana was surprised. What a coincidence!

As for Chaney, he thought Diana was stunningly beautiful. She was different from any of the French girls he had known before.

***

Two years later.

Diana had been working for the Anderson Group's French division since her arrival in France. She had been performing very well in her role, and the two years there had taught her a lot.

One day, at the company, Diana received a call from her mother.

"Diana, I need you to come home. We have something to discuss."

Diana drove back home, curious as to what her mother wished to talk about.