Suddenly, Hanson heard James say, “My name is James Greyson.”
His eyes stared straight at Hanson as some sort of emotion spread in his heart.
Hanson never thought that James would tell himself about his name at this time. He stepped forward and put his hands on James’ shoulders. “I’m Hanson Luke. Trust me.”
He reached out his hand toward James, who did not hesitate this time. Instead, James directly stretched out his hand too.
Hanson stretched out his hand toward Jack, who hesitated for a while before stretching out his own hand with a complicated expression.
Then, Hanson said firmly, “I will wait for you to tell me your name.”
Only then did he explain his intention. “I was worried about you guys at first, but now it seems that I am worrying too much. Just stay at home and wait for your mommy to come back, okay?”
Did the Devil say that he was worried about them?
James and Jack froze for a moment, but they soon nodded. “We got it.”
Then, they added grimly, “We don’t need you to worry about us. You should hurry up and bring these over to save Mommy.”
Hanson smiled. The little boys were really cute when they acted like that. He reached out and rubbed both of their heads. “Wait at home, alright?”
James and Jack were annoyed that the Devil had disgustingly touched their heads again.
After Hanson left the place, he went straight to the police station.
Vania was always in the hearts of the four little children, and when they thought that their mommy was still locked up in that place, their hearts were full of anger.
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