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.

building blocks too!” Grape shouted

of a car. It was the same

see his hurried figure, with Larry trailing

“Josie!”

to her, a hint

her, but with Grape here,

And he was right.

opposite him. She remained

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

“It seems you’re not pleased with my visit,

numb, likely because Scar’s words had led her to disregard Dexter’s feelings even more. She

in his

in her sweet voice, completely oblivious to the tension among

not wanting to beat around the bush. “Morgan saved me and brought me back. Inviting

Stay for dinner too, Dexter said calmly. “I’ll instruct the

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