Chapter 988

Since it never came up, Connor never mentioned it either. Even now, after all this time. Except for that one time when Tim unconsciously babbled it. Connor had never actually heard those two words from Tim's lips.

Rationality kicked back in for Connor. His hand, once poised to strike, now hung limply by his side. A wave of guilt washed over him. Tim was just a three-year-old kid. Mischief was second nature to him. A little guidance would do the trick-there was no need to hit him. Connor scolded himself silently.

He pulled Tim into a hug. "I'm sorry, buddy. Daddy shouldn't have hit you. I was just so scared-scared of losing you."

Connor was truly frightened. The fear of losing someone was worse than drowning, more terrifying. He had lost too much already. He couldn't bear to lose a single thing more. But even after being comforted, Tim's tears didn't stop. He kept pointing toward the door, repeating the word "mommy."

"A lady just brought the little guy back. He kept clinging to her, calling

off a cliff. His heart felt weightless. But logic quickly kicked in again, and he brushed off the thought. Tim had no concept of

the lady who brought

the door, "She just

pounding like a drum in his chest. It felt ridiculous. Alle because Tim randomly

years, they'd searched everywhere, met so many people. They'd even encountered folks who looked strikingly similar to Chloe. But they

so much, in the last six months, he'd found a bit of emotional balance. Even when reports came in about Chloe's possible whereabouts, he approached them raut

inexplicable hope flared up again. He knew that such hope would eventually lead to a deep void, like a sharp knife. But

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