Annie York’s nose was red from crying. She nodded. "I understand."
Chloe Reed got up and left her room. Once she was outside, the thought of having to contact Preston Vance gave her a headache.
’I was just keeping my distance from him, and now I have to contact him again. It’s so inconsistent of me.’
Sighing, she went upstairs to her grandmother’s room first.
"Grandma, Annie York is fine. She just got back a little late. I sent her to her room to rest. She’ll come and keep you company tomorrow morning."
The old madam had been worried. Hearing this, she nodded, her expression visibly relaxing.
"Alright. You go get some rest, too."
"Okay."
...
Chloe Reed didn’t go back to her room right away. She first practiced shooting for an hour, then went to check on Noah.
The little guy’s face was pale and he looked utterly drained. He was sitting on the bed, clutching an ugly doll and staring blankly ahead.
Even when she was right beside him, he didn’t react.
"Noah."
Chloe Reed called his name softly.
Noah seemed to startle awake. He came back to his senses, blinked his big eyes, and looked at her. "Aunt Chloe."
Chloe Reed answered him, then asked, "Not sleepy?"
Noah shook his head and hugged the doll tighter, saying nervously, "I have nightmares. I dreamed a monster ate my legs..."
Hearing this, Chloe Reed’s heart ached with a strange bitterness.
She looked at the child before her. He wasn’t even four years old, and from now on, he would be confined to a wheelchair.
Half of his life had already been ruined.

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