Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Clark's voice carried a hint of supplication.

Alison didn't know how she should reply, so she simply said nothing, and then left Clark's room somewhat awkwardly.

By the time she returned to her room, Alison felt particularly lonely.

It was clear that they were all her family, but she didn't feel the sense of belonging that comes with blood.

She could see the guilt and heartache Old Mrs. Close and Clark felt for her, as well as Kelly's fondness for her, but she could not fit into the family.

Maybe it was because they had different world views, or maybe it was because of the beliefs in her heart. She didn't know, but she felt loneliness like a vine that wrapped itself tightly around her and was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating her.

Alison didn't care what the Close family would find out, but simply took out her phone and made a call. But at the sound of beeping, she hung up again.

What was she going to say?

She had disappeared since the start of Project Laurence and hadn't contacted him for so long. What could she say now that she had suddenly contacted him?

Alison gave a bitter laugh, but her phone rang so violently that Alison almost dropped it in fright.

On the screen was the familiar number she had memorized, but she was afraid to answer it, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Ernesto hadn't heard from Alison in a long, long time. At this point, she contacted him out of the blue but hung up abruptly, leaving Ernesto with bad feelings.

She couldn't be in some kind of trouble, could she?

The phone kept ringing but there was no answer, and Ernesto's frown grew tighter and tighter.

He solicitously sent a video chat invitation, but Alison hung up quickly.

Ernesto was instantly furious.

"Alison, if you don't fucking answer the phone again, do you believe I'm going to ignore you for the rest of my life?"

He sent a voice message.

At the sound of Ernesto's familiar voice, Alison could no longer hold back her tears as she bit her lower lip.

She hadn't cried talking about the past, and she hadn't cried when she was alone in the Close family, but she had cried when she heard Ernesto's growl.

he yell at

was the one who was holding

couldn't wait for Alison's reply and sent her a video invitation again. He called over and over again, as if he would keep on calling if

tapped the answer button when Ernesto had sent the video invitation for

my phone for the rest of your fucking life if

breath but found

He was stunned.

Holy shit!

Alison was crying?

was so

bully you? Fuck, where are you? Send me a location and I'll go

but it warmed Alison's heart. She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "How dare you yell

none of your

Alison had finally become a little

you wouldn't be crying when you

spoke, Ernesto choked up too, while his eyes

"You ..."

a text message to let me know you are alive! Would you have given me something to look forward to? It's like you've just disappeared. I understand you have a mission or a task, but can you think of me even a little bit? I know I'm just an assistant and

he said it,

you. I'm probably a bit of a bitch, and I don't feel good when no one hits me. I'm training every day to make myself stronger. In this way, at least you will be able to hit

his eye onto the back

he be so

about her these days. He was worried that when he heard from Alison again,

heart ached at the thought of

hated the feeling that he couldn't

told himself to like

all he could think of

that Ernesto looked particularly handsome

was what it

growing up, apart from Chad, it seemed that this silly man was the only one who cared about her. And he was the only one who was afraid that she would

a

was going on around her, it was as if a string was pulling her and

"Ernesto."

Alison suddenly spoke up.