Brandon Piers sat on the sofa, staring at the images projected on the wall, feeling extremely dejected.
He was crazily missing his little chubby, but did his little chubby already forget him?
During the day, he could calmly analyze data to determine where Abigail might have been taken. But once it was quiet around, the self-blame and regret tortured him like a bone-eroding poison.
Especially when he thought about the last time he saw Abigail and the things he said.
Even if he found her, would she choose him again?
"Heh." At this thought, Brandon couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle, raised his glass, and took a sip. In the country, he could restrain himself with Teddy and grandpa there, but at this moment, he was heartbroken and couldn't extricate himself, especially thinking about what David just said, how that Foster guy was also a fool, giving up such a promising future just for Abigail.
Could he really win back Abigail against someone like Jeffrey Foster?