When Aunt Jarry came back from the hospital, she was caught by Boyce and brought to the small building. "Is this your home?" It was Charles who asked. He knew why he asked. He wanted to see if she was sincere or not. Aunt Jarry looked at the person in the room and said honestly, "Yes." Aunt Jarry was a wise person. Ryan, who lived in the house before, didn't look like an ordinary person. This group of people was even more unlike ordinary people. "Who did you see here before?" Charles asked again. "I don't know her. He gave me a sum of money and stayed here for a while. There's also a woman." Aunt Jarry didn't dare to lie. Upon hearing Aunt Jarry's words, Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes and could not get rid of the dark clouds between his eyebrows. Charles glanced at Harry and asked, "Where is he now?" "Let's go. The young lady was injured. She went to the hospital for a check-up and was taken away after nothing happene
Henric lay in his arms and clearly felt his trembling chest. She stretched out her arms and hugged him. No matter whether he loved her or not, the uneasiness and guilt at this moment were not fake. "Let's go and find her." Harry asked her to look at him. "Shall we go?" "I'll go." Henric answered without hesitation. "But where is my sister? Mommy is not here, and I am not there. She will definitely make trouble." Henric said worriedly. "Dad." Stephanie ran out of the house when she saw Harry. She "frantly" stretched out her fleshy white and tender arms and hugged Harry's legs tightly. "Dad." She raised her little head and pouted her pink mouth. "Dad, can you put my brother down and hug me?" As she spoke, the little fellow blinked her big eyes and said, "My brother is a man, so you don't need to hug me anymore. Please hug me." Henric, "..." Harry squatted down and put the little girl into his arms. Today, the little fellow was wearing
"Miss Morgan? Miss Morgan?" Stacy heard someone calling her in a daze. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Mary standing by the bed with her head stretched out. When she saw her open her eyes, she smiled and said, "Are you awake?" Stacy moved a little and sat up from the bed. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she asked, "What time is it now?" "At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, you have slept for the whole morning. Get up and eat something." Mary said respectfully. She dared not neglect the young master's order to take good care of the person. "Can you help me get a glass of water?" She was not hungry at all. She had just woken up and her throat was a little dry. "Okay." Mary turned around and went out to pour water. Stacy watched her figure disappear from the door and got out of bed under the quilt. The injured foot was wrapped in gauze, and the ankle was still swollen. She reached out and gently pressed it. It was painful. She frowned and thought that it would
"I'm sleepy." Stephanie's little hand tightly grabbed Harry's collar. She wanted to sleep but couldn't because she was unfamiliar with the place. His little body was rubbing in his arms. Harry held his daughter in his arms and caressed her back with his wide palm. He coaxed her patiently, "Good girl, I'll sleep with you in my arms." Stephanie buried his little face in his chest. His father's arms were so warm. She could feel his strong body and hot temperature through his clothes. "Dad, will you abandon us and mommy? I don't want to be separated from you. I want to live with you and your brother and mommy. Just like other children, we have parents, grandparents and grandparents at home..." The little girl's voice became lower and lower as she spoke. In the end, she almost couldn't hear anything. Harry lowered his head, and the little girl hid her face in his arms, revealing a faint watery light in the corner of her eyes. "I saw other children being h
"What are you doing?" Liu held a glass of water in her hand and stood at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Stacy, who was holding a landline and was about to make a phone call in the living room, and asked. It was not the voice of his mommy. Henric frowned, but still felt that the person at the other end was his mommy. He wanted to calm down, but he really couldn't calm down at this time. His voice trembled slightly. "Is it you, mommy?" Stacy's voice was hoarse. He ignored Mary's question and wanted to answer his son's question. He told him not to worry. She was fine, but Mary came over and grabbed the plane in her hand and hung it up. "Young Master didn't ask you to call me, did you forget?" Stacy looked at Mary and said, "It's true that your young master saved me, but he doesn't allow me to contact my family. Don't you think it's too much?" This was indeed unreasonable, but she believed that Thera's action was reasonable. "Perhaps the young master h
The door of Stacy's room had nothing to do with it. She drew a lot of drawings, and she was a little tired, so she lay down on the table to rest. Later, she fell asleep unconsciously. Thera rolled the wheelchair a little lighter. When she reached the bed, she found that Stacy was asleep. He reached out his hand to pick up the drawing she drew on the table. The tip of the pen was delicate and smooth. He could see that it was just a draft, but her idea and design could be seen at a glance. What she wanted to express was. It could be seen that her martial arts skills were very deep. He looked up at her and thought to himself that she was a clothing designer. "Young Master, she is a clothing designer." Mary did not know when she came in. When she saw him holding the picture drawn by Stacy, she came over to have a look. Sure enough, she did not panic. She was a clothing designer. Otherwise, how could she casually draw such an amazing base picture? Thera's face
"I'm sure it's my mommy who called me," Henric said firmly. Boyce looked at Harry, and the two of them looked at each other. Harry asked, "Can you find out where it is?" "The call time is too short, and we can't locate the specific location, but we can find out where the number is," Boyce said. "I'll call back according to this number. Can't I detect the specific location?" Henric couldn't hide the excitement in his heart and just wanted to find his mommy as soon as possible. Harry held his little hand and gently pulled him into his arms. He wanted to move, but was pressed on the shoulder by Harry. "If your mommy is free, she will definitely contact you. But when the phone is connected, she didn't speak, and you still heard the voice of others, it proves that she is not free. If you call her rashly, did the bad guy transfer her?" Henric agreed. If his mommy was free, she would definitely contact him. Now that she didn't contact him, she must have been moni
Harry was carrying a plastic bag in one hand and holding his daughter in the other. When they walked out of the supermarket, there was a big bus to go. The mother and the son who took their son to the supermarket just now also took this car. When the little boy got in the car, he looked back at the little girl who was held by someone and thought, "What an innocent child. She is so cute." "He's gone." His mother urged. The little boy had to get in the car. "Where's my brother?" Stephanie looked around. There were cars and people everywhere. She did not notice the glass window in a big bus, which was reflecting a bright black eye, looking at her. Soon the bus drove away and blocked his line of sight. "Dad, what's that place for?" Stephanie pointed at the sugarcoated haws not far away, surrounded by a group of onlookers. She put her arms around Harry's neck and said, "Dad, I want candied haws." Harry looked up at the sky, and then looked at