Chris was speechless.
He sucked in his cigarette helplessly, and when he exhaled the white mist, he sighed. "You want me to go now?"
Merry nodded while holding her phone, then said softly. "Brother, I won't disturb my mom. If she really doesn't want to see me, I'll just see her from a distance. She was very sad when she left the house, maybe she still cried every day. I really want to see her..."
Hearing Merry's complaining and choking voice on the phone, Chris couldn't say anything to refuse.
He clearly underestimated Merry's feelings for Erika.
Before long, Chris asked Merry to hand over the phone to Clifford. After a rustling sound, Clifford's calm voice could be heard.
"Young master Chris."
"Protect her with all your life, don't let anyone hurt her."
