You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1529

At this point, he looked at the time.

It was already five o'clock.

There was another movement downstairs and it was Ford coming in to change shifts.

Uncle Ford's voice was slightly higher, obviously angry, "Why are you asleep? Have you made your four o'clock rounds yet?"

“I'm sorry, chief.” The guard blamed himself, "I made my rounds at two, not at four, I thought it would be fine, just a few people, iron-clad precautions, and the other side was a child. What can happen?" "Having said that. Since the explanation to us, we have to do a good job. In case something goes wrong who will pocket it?" Ford reprimanded.

"Yes. Next time I'll pay attention.”

Ford, "You go to bed, here's my turn."

Anderson had it in his mind that the guard had indeed slept over and forgotten to make his rounds at four o'clock. It turns out that they are five o'clock in the morning shift, before he slept the most at this time every day, no wonder he did not know.

He thought to himself, “I've been up all night anyway, so I'll wait. Because he did not know what time the material vehicles were delivered each morning. Because every day when he got up in the morning, the supplies had already been delivered.

nails on the back of his hand to

up for another half

heard the

turned out that supplies were delivered at 5:30 every day.

minutes or less, the supplies truck drove away. Then the sound of Ford lifting the stuff in and closing the door was heard. Anderson was relieved

Tired to the extreme.

He slept almost second.

about nine in the morning, Mag made breakfast and waited

"Strange, the boy gets up every day after 8:00, why isn't

go up and check it

upstairs to Anderson's room and gently opened the

of the bed. In his arms, he was still holding the joystick

hint of warmth at the corners of his lips, as

downstairs, Mag hurriedly

snuck in to play video games late. Still sleeping.”

the days and nights will be reversed.” Mag sighed, “It's not the child's fault,

home. Someone else to serve this grandparent, it can't be me all the