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.

and spirited, but he looked weary

at building blocks

about to descend the stairs when she heard the sound of a car. It was the same car Dexter had taken earlier in

his

and

"Josie!"

her,

know where Morgan had taken her, but with Grape here, he knew

And he was right.

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

his brows immediately. However, his gaze quickly shifted from her to Morgan, who was not far away. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

and approached them. "It seems you're not pleased with

likely because Scar's words had led her to

didn't see any issue with bringing

joy in his eyes. "Grape, have

Mr. Bastille," Grape said in her sweet voice, completely oblivious to

bush. "Morgan saved me and brought me back. Inviting him in for a cup of tea shouldn't be too

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