After carefully securing the final layer of gauze, Morgan asked casually, “Since I let you go back then, shouldn’t you tell me how these past two years have been for you?”

Josie averted her gaze. “I have a daughter now.”

Morgan’s expression darkened slightly.

An hour later, Morgan finally met the daughter Josie had mentioned.

The little girl was sitting on the carpet, playing with blocks. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled Josie’s.

So, it wasn’t a lie.

“What’s her name?”

“You can call her Grape. She’s one and a half years old now. Please make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change my clothes,” Josie said. The information she had received today had left her emotionally drained. Returning to Dexter’s residence, she felt suffocated.

When she emerged again, Morgan was already sitting on the carpet, thoroughly enjoying his conversation with Grape. He had always been charming, and coaxing a child came naturally to him.

Josie stood on the stairs and could see the forced smile on his face. He used to be so lively and spirited, but he looked weary at that moment.

He’s good at building blocks too!” Grape shouted

of a car. It was the same

see his hurried figure, with Larry trailing behind him. Josie composed herself and finally descended the

“Josie!”

soon as Dexter stepped through the door, he called out to her, a hint of joy sparkling in

her, but with Grape

And he was right.

stairs and stood opposite him. She remained calm

and furrowed his brows immediately. However, his gaze quickly shifted from her to Morgan, who was not far away. He raised an eyebrow slightly. “So it’s Mr. Bastille who brought

and approached them. “It seems

words had led her to disregard Dexter’s

concealed the joy in his eyes. “Grape, have you

her sweet voice, completely oblivious to the tension among the

brought me back. Inviting him in for a cup of tea shouldn’t be too much

too, Dexter said calmly. “I’ll

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