Did She Look Like A Trafficker?

Just then, a young woman dressed casually with a ponytail rushed over in a panic and placed a teddy bear in the child's arms. She spoke apologetically, "Daniel, I'm sorry. I went too far. I helped you get the bear you wanted. Can you forgive me? Next time, I'll be with you."

As Avery observed the scene, her eyebrows furrowed. She scrutinized the woman before her—her petite figure, delicate face, and youthful appearance. Avery couldn't help but think that Elliot's taste in women was rather immature.

She glanced at the pink teddy bear in Daniel's arms and couldn't understand how the woman could think he wanted it. The child's previously expressionless face now furrowed in displeasure. It was evident that he didn't like the bear at all. Avery wondered how the woman failed to see that.

Elliot, suspicious of Avery, looked at her briefly before bending down to inspect his son. He took the pink bear from Daniel's hands and tossed it back to the woman. Coldly, he remarked, "He doesn't like th