Blue Ocean.

Anderson woke up first, he reached around and his mommy was gone. He called out softly, "Mommy."

No one answered him.

Puzzled, he climbed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked to the living room. Still, he could not find his mommy, but Uncle Luther was still sleeping on the couch.

It was already bright and warm sunlight was coming in through the glass.

Anderson searched around and didn't see his mommy. He went to the couch and shook Luther, "Uncle Luther, Uncle Luther, wake up." Luther was awakened by the sound. He sat up and picked Anderson up and cradled him in his arms.

"What's wrong, Anderson?" he asked.

The sleep was so comfortable and so reassuring that he felt better and his palms were no longer hot.

Holding the soft little ball in his arms, he felt so happy.

"Uncle Luther, Mommy's gone." Anderson reached out and touched Luther's forehead, "You're better, no more fever.”

"Hmm. Mommy's gone?" Luther froze and looked around.

Sure enough, she was not at home, and even her slippers were left at the door.

He frowned. She left the child at home and went out? She was just too irresponsible as a mother. No matter how mature Anderson was, he was, after all, less than four years old.

However, on second thought...

Was it because he was home? That's why she was comfortable going out? If so, it was a sign of trust in him.

When he thought of this, he was in a good mood.

He immediately got up from the sofa and picked Anderson up, "Anderson, good boy, Mommy must have gone out to buy you a delicious breakfast. Let's brush our teeth and wash our faces and wait for your mommy together, okay?"

Anderson nodded.

kept shaking, and

resist placing a kiss on

keep kissing me." Anderson protested with discontent. He had already been kissed yesterday, and he had a problem with being

sorry, but you're just too cute." Luther rubbed Anderson’ hair. He was just the same as he was when he was just a child, and he hated being touched by

and wash your face." Luther coaxed with amusement, setting Anderson down at the bathroom

apartment to wash up, but didn't feel comfortable

a new toothbrush from the

she had not

that something was

out to buy breakfast, she would have

returned even now... Could it

hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed

he

one answered, and he

tangled up in a

so long that he almost thought

came from the other side

"Hello, who is this?"

froze. How could a man answer the phone? And, the voice

Zora's phone

silent for a

familiar voice and he was able to call out his name,

he thought of

uncertainly, "Are you?

of Inspection. Joyce did not expect to be get in touch with Karl in this way — she

Karl's two assistants had explained to her that her diplomatic immunity would not work for the

they treated her very politely and let her be questioned

was confiscated by the police department, was also in Karl's possession at

rang, Karl

It's been a

heard that it was Luther, Karl

happened to Zora? Where are you?" On the other end of the line, Luther's

in a murder case, so I asked her to come over and I am asking her a few questions. Mr. Warner,

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