Because hewas worried about Darren's health, Robin chose to stay temporarily in C. As soon as he returned home, he saw Wilson sitting in the living room.
"You're not well yet, why are you down here?"
Throwing his jacket aside on the couch, Robin walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and walked over.
He is not in a very good mood today, however the main reason for all this is because of the man sitting in front of him at the moment, his good nephew.
"Have a drink with me!"
"Not feeling well!"
"Can't die!"
Robin put the poured wine in front of him, although the mouth is saying so, but only pour him a little, he does not want to turn everything in front of him into real.
Especially when he left today, those melancholy little eyes kept watching him leave, God knows how much he wanted to go up and pick him up and bring him here.
Wilson laughed bitterly, picked up the table and drank it all in one gulp, holding the glass in his hand and playing with it.
"Still no word from Rosemary?"
"I believe we'll have news from her soon, don't worry!"
When The Spencer Family called Darren today to say hello, they talked about Rosemary's disappearance, and they sounded like they knew something, but he was sure they would have news of Rosemary soon.
If Rosemary had really fallen into the hands of those people, they would have received the news long ago.
And until now there is no news, there is only one possibility, the strength of the person who swept away Rosemary is more than they thought.
"I saw your son today, and honestly, the moment his eyes met mine, I really felt the urge to tell her the truth about what happened, do you know how unethical these things you made me do are?" Although Darren said that for the time being not public not his death, but today from the child's eyes inside can be seen, the child seems to have known something.
"Don't look at Blume's young age, his heart is much more mature than the average little kid." Although he has not been in contact with his son for a long time, he still knows everything about his son like the back of his hand.
"He's only three years old!"
Robin looked at him incredulously, what could a three-year-old understand.
Wilson did not say anything, his son he understood, although only three years old, but do things that have long gone beyond his age.
The Grant family, the children's room, Nina holding her big white sitting on the crib, beautiful little face no smile, a pair of big eyes unblinkingly staring at Blume Grant is sitting in front of the computer.
It is said that twins possess the function of having a heart to heart, and so do Blume and Nina. Yesterday, when Grandpa brought them back in a hurry, Blume had realized that something was going on, which is why Robin saw him inside the garden.
And Nina's mind is less sensitive compared to Blume's, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know anything.
"Brother, we've been back for a day, why don't Daddy and Mommy come to see us, do they not want us anymore?"
Small hands dragging the tight little chin, Nina looked at Blume with a sad face.
And at the moment Blume ten fingers fat little hands on the keyboard tapping fast, bitter little face a little smile, Nina see Blume did not leave her, skimmed the little mouth, began to fiddle with Sean.
Maybe it's because of the twins, the two have a special understanding because she knows that even if he grinds his lips, as long as her brother's little hand doesn't stop, then she's speaking to the air about whatever she says.
After a few minutes, Blume's lips curled up in a faint smile and turned the phone off before he got out of his chair satisfied.
"Brother, now are you ready to answer my question?"
"Daddy and mommy went abroad and may not be able to come back for a while!"
Dropping the words, Blume went into the bathroom.
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