Obviously...
Yigol Foster's eyebrows raised slightly, "Mr. Atkinson."
"Mr. Pay." So, you're that eccentric uncle, heh...
"Is Audrey still asleep?"
Gem Atkinson's mouth curled into a gentle and charming smile. He softly 'hmmed' a response, afraid that his voice would be too loud and wake his little treasure.
"Mr. Atkinson, you..."
"Could you take care of Audrey for a couple of days? I have urgent matters to attend to."
He had already left a message for Fred Andrews. The helicopter should be waiting on the rooftop now. He had to find that little woman; otherwise, he would continue to go mad, and everything would seem too unreal.
Only by finding that little woman would he no longer feel so torn apart.
Unexpectedly, Yigol Foster laughed mischievously, "What? Father and daughter just recognized each other, and now they have to sing a farewell song?"
Gem Atkinson ignored Yigol Foster's mockery and looked at Clive Hawkins, whispering, "Thank you."
