Chapter 885: He's Not Dead Yet

She had returned to her room.

She didn't turn on the light, nor did she take a shower.

She just lay numbly on the bed.

Like a deflated puppet.

Her face was streaked with tears.

"Ella Lacey, what's wrong?" a milky yet cool voice suddenly floated to her ears.

She turned over and saw the little bundle lying beside her, staring at her with big, bright eyes.

Ella Lacey wiped her tears and choked up, "Honey, honey... why are you in mommy's... room?"

"Ella Lacey, you've been crying."

The little bundle stood up, gently rubbing her eyes with his little hands, soft and warm, "I haven't seen you all day, and tonight I told grandma and grandpa that I wanted to sleep with you."

"Little Mosquito, you're so thoughtful. Mommy was wrong today; I didn't contact you after I left the house." Ella Lacey pulled him into her arms, clinging tightly to each other.

"Is it because you didn't find Arthur Lindsey?"