Are You Abusing Him?

The room was messed up by him, the furniture was almost all destroyed, and the floor was full of debris.

Claire frowned, trying to calm down.

What the f*ck was he doing?

Mr. Hopkins shouted. "Mr. Johnson, see who came!"

Hunter was holding a vase above his head, and when he heard this, he turned his head, only to see Claire at the door. His gloomy eyes instantly lit up.

"Claire!" He threw the vase aside, rushed towards Claire, and hugged her firmly, rubbing her hard with his head.

His voice was full of grievance. "Claire, I thought you don't want me anymore…"

Claire dragged him to the bed with difficulty. "Sit down first."

He shook his head. Instead of letting go of her, he held her more tightly.

Claire could only sit down herself.

The man hung on her like a koala.

Claire took a deep breath and asked. "Do you know what foster care is?"