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Just as Samuel Noah Jackson was leaving the villa, intending to get in the car to the airport, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Dad." Little Lorne Jackson, dressed in pajamas, didn't know when, but he had appeared at the doorway.
Behind him, a few servants followed.
Hearing the voice of the naughty brat, Samuel Noah Jackson's movement of getting into the car paused, and then he turned to look back at the naughty brat.
"Why are you up?" He furrowed his eyebrow and then asked.
Usually, the naughty brat would still be sleeping at this time, so why was he up today?
The little guy rubbed his eyes and then said with some sadness, "Mom left."
He had gotten up early, only to find that mom had already left.
And once she left, it would be for many days.
He wouldn't see her for many days now.
Upon staying here, the little guy's expression turned into one of sorrow!
Seeing the naughty brat's sad expression, Samuel Noah Jackson's face faltered for a moment.
