Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

 Chapter 1997

In the Lodge.

Freya woke up from a hangover with the sunlight shining through the window.

She suddenly sat up, and her head hurt.

Was she not drinking with Eliza? Why did she end up here?

Was it the next morning already?

Freya did not feel good about the situation. She hurriedly put on her clothes and went downstairs. “ Aunty Loretta, where’s Dani…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Ryan sitting on the couch and carrying Dani in his arms with a milk bottle in his hand. From her chubby face, Dani seemed content with the milk. What a cute baby she was.

However, that scene was bizarre.

Ryan lifted his eyes and glanced at Freya. He did

a basin of water and explained softly, “Young Master sent you home yesterday. You were drunk, but Dani insisted on having you take care of

made quite a fuss, and it was also Young Master who soothed her. Since she’s hungry, she’s drinking some milk

words made Freya guilty. Nevertheless, she never thought that Ryan

milk, Ryan walked up to Freya with Dani in his

saw Freya, she stretched out her hands to ask for Freya to

and apologized to her guiltily. “I’m sorry, darling. I promise not to get drunk anymore. I’m

feeling sorry

Dani with a complete family, but

unusually solemn face. “I hope you’ll do as

head meekly. “Thank you for

was no trouble bringing a drunkard back.” Ryan frowned. “But I hope that it won’ t happen again. After all, Dani is a poor child. I understand that you’ve been occupied with the divorce matter and upset with Rodney being quite close with Sarah recently. It’s only normal, but having said that, you need to think for your child. Since you want to fight for her custody, you need to learn to be bold. She doesn’t have her dad around, and her mom gets drunk. She might be young, but she does yearn

drink because of Rodney. I met Sarah yesterday and found out something from her, so I was

still said, “ When you’re annoyed, think about your child. She needs you. I might’ve gone too far with my words, but no one can replace a mother’s