Four years later.“Papa…? Hello? Papa, when will you be home?”Felly sighed heavily witnessing Kimberly—her three years old child with Archer, talking to herself with her baby talk, on a toy phone she pressed against her right ear. Felly felt sorry for Kimberly, seeing how much she missed her father, who was never home for the past month. “Papa …,” Kimberly whined with teary eyes. Felly stopped what she was doing, which was sketching a wedding dress design for her client. She put her drawing book and pencil on the table. She then scooped up Kimberly who was sitting by her side to her lap. “Kimmy, do you miss Papa?”“Yes, Mama. I want Papa.”Felly smiled gently as she caressed the top of her daughter’s head affectionately. “Papa is working, dear. He will be home soon. You need to be patient for a little longer. Can you do that, Kimmy?”Kimberly pouted. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started crying. Maybe she was upset, because every time she wanted to meet her father, Felly al
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