Chapter 217: The Unnamed Good Samaritan

After dinner, Yolanda Greenwood was still worried and took some food to go out.

To her surprise, as soon as she left the building, she saw Little May standing inside the security door, watching eagerly outside.

"May?" Yolanda crouched at the door. "Has your dad gone out again?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The little girl covered her mouth with tiny fingers. "Daddy is sleeping, we can't wake him."

Yolanda nodded slightly, whispering, "Have you had dinner?"

Little May quickly glanced at the food in Yolanda's hands before shaking her head. "No, daddy is tired and hasn't prepared dinner."

Yolanda immediately understood. Leah Diaz was right; the food she had just brought over was eaten by that man.

Unbelievable, how could there be such fathers in the world?

May is still so young; how could her mother not care about her?

She carefully opened the packaging, handing the bread and milk through the security door, "Eat this, take your time."