Do you know how your mom ended up in prison? 3

Victoria Garcia hurried down to the lobby just as Alexander Mitchell's car pulled up beside her.

Alexander Mitchell stepped out of the car, wearing a deep navy T-shirt paired with casual pants of the same color scheme. He looked sunny and handsome; only now, the youthful, innocent smile on his face had matured into something more steady and composed.

Victoria walked over to greet him.

The street light in the neighborhood wasn't particularly dim but neither was it too bright. Victoria was dressed in a white loose T-shirt and light grey casual pants, casual and homely, with her face clean and pure just like the time when he fell for her.

"Alexander Mitchell, what did you mean by what you said on the phone?" Victoria asked anxiously.

Alexander Mitchell looked at the figure not far from her and asked, "Is that person required to follow you around all the time?"

"Yeah, because a lot has happened recently, so Arnold Johnson has been arranging someone to protect me," Victoria replied.