She desperately rushed toward the child only to be pushed to the ground by a man. The man looked at her coldly, a bloodthirsty smirk on his lips, "Hope Williams, you'll never see the child again."
"No, no, Waylon Lewis, don't take the child away, give him back to me, give him back to me..."
"No!" Hope Williams suddenly awoke, drenched in cold sweat and sitting up straight, she held her chest and stared blankly at a spot for a long while.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Luke hurried over, his voice soft, his little face filled with worry as he looked at the sweating Hope Williams.
Her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly as she came to. Seeing Luke by her side, she hugged him tight.
What a relief, it was just a dream.
She quickly squeezed out a smile, "Mommy is fine, Luke, you woke up so early."
"Mommy, why were you sleeping on the sofa? Did you have a nightmare just now?"