A little scriptwriter from a film crew, could freely enter his villa, even his bedroom...
This was unusual in itself.
She wasn't a fool, just pretending not to know anything.
It's normal for a man to play around, as long as she could stay by his side, she believed that she would be the woman who could accompany him for a lifetime.
But now...
Misha Evans was completely panicked and confused, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, looking at the silent Chester Yale.
It seemed like his appetite was finally satisfied, so Chester slowly put down his chopsticks and raised his head.
His enchanting face, backlit with perfect outlines, cast a faint halo of light, like a holy light.
He spoke slowly with thin lips, pausing after each word, "My son never calls people randomly, and neither does my daughter."
At his words, Misha was stunned.
Harry and Molly didn't hesitate to raise their little heads, looking at Evelyn Sherman, and cried out in unison.
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
