After carefully securing the final layer of gauze, Morgan asked casually, "Since I let you go back then, shouldn't you tell me how these past two years have been for you?"

Josie averted her gaze. "I have a daughter now."

Morgan's expression darkened slightly.

An hour later, Morgan finally met the daughter Josie had mentioned.

The little girl was sitting on the carpet, playing with blocks. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled Josie's.

So, it wasn't a lie.

"What's her name?"

"You can call her Grape. She's one and a half years old now. Please make yourself comfortable. I'm going to change my clothes," Josie said. The information she had received today had left her emotionally drained. Returning to Dexter's residence, she felt suffocated.

When she emerged again, Morgan was already sitting on the carpet, thoroughly enjoying his conversation with Grape. He had always been charming, and coaxing a child came naturally to him.

Josie stood on the stairs and could see the forced smile on his face.

to be so lively and spirited, but he looked

building blocks too!" Grape

she heard the sound of a car. It was the same car Dexter

could see his

and

"Josie!"

as Dexter stepped through the door, he called out to her, a hint of joy sparkling in his eyes. Larry shared the same

taken her, but with Grape here, he knew she

And he was right.

him. She remained calm as she said, "You're back." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on

furrowed his brows immediately. However, his gaze quickly shifted from her to Morgan, who was not far away. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "So it's Mr. Bastille who brought you

seems you're not pleased

words had led

didn't see any issue

joy in his eyes. "Grape,

He's Mr. Bastille," Grape said in her sweet voice, completely oblivious to the tension among

not wanting to beat around the bush. "Morgan saved me and brought me back. Inviting him in for a cup of tea shouldn't be too much to ask,

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