Chapter 81

When she hung up the phone, her body was still trembling.

Oprah stood in the rain for a long time before calming herself.

She walked back to the villa.

Tall and lean, Burgess stood not far away, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

"I said only five minutes."

He looked at Oprah and noticed that she was drenched, looking like she had lost her soul.

Alfred must have told her about the child.

Burgess downed the contents of the glass and set it down casually. Then, he picked up a towel and approached Oprah.

"You don't know how to take cover from the rain? How did you survive abroad for the last six years?"

As he spoke, he wiped her hair with the towel.

Even he couldn't believe he was acting this way.

Oprah's face was pale, and she clenched her fists slightly. "Where is my child?"

Burgess said, "A very safe place."

In her breakdown, Oprah said with red eyes, "Give him back to me!"

Burgess's hand paused.

"Before I give him back, I have a question."