Nolan Haskins' fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet. Although young, he could see clearly-Mom didn't like Dad. Now, someone was trying to take Mom away, and Dad was panicking.

Nolan was also panicking, but what worried him more was the fear that even if Mom knew, she wouldn't change her mind. He opened his mouth, then closed it, not knowing what to say.

Fitch Haskins wrapped his arms around Nolan, gently patting his back. "Easy there, just try and get some sleep."

Nolan lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Fitch tucked him in and stood up to leave the room.

As he reached the staircase, he glanced at Zoey March sitting on the couch. One of her hands was cuffed to a nearby shelf, making escape impossible, and her face showed signs of distress. Seeing Fitch approach, her expression darkened further.

Fitch sat beside her, pausing for half a minute without saying a word. It was Zoey who broke the silence.

"Fitch, what do you really want?"

Instead, Fitch asked, "Thirsty?"

She was indeed a bit irritated.

of water and brought out some

the pill untouched. Fitch felt somewhat at a loss; he

her they were legally husband and wife,

Zoey questioned how the marriage certificate came to

to prison that he used the Haskins family's connections to obtain it from the city hall. If Zoey knew about the year she had served, how would she see him?

more.

been in the past, the

patience, "What do you want

horn outside, followed by

It was Henry Sullivan.

next morning, yet here he was at this crucial moment. Her parents had already been

to stand up, but her hand was still cuffed. She looked

him a cuckold, and he was powerless to complain. He

scoffed, "Mr. Haskins, need I remind you, this is

the doorbell rang, Henry's

Fitch had moved into this neighborhood. Adding today's hang-up into the equation,

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