"Waaah..."
The sound of a child crying came from inside the room.
Sarah Moore quickly pushed Manny Knight aside and rushed into the inner room.
"Coco, don't cry, mommy is here."
Sarah Moore picked up the little one crying on the bed, gently comforting with soft words.
The little one, recognizing the familiar presence, stopped crying, pouted in grievance, and snuggled against Sarah's neck.
The soft body of the child emitted a faint scent of milk.
Sarah Moore's heart melted.
Though this was not her biological daughter, she felt as if she were.
It seemed heaven had pity on her, using this child to compensate for the pain of losing her own flesh and blood.
Manny Knight didn't stop her, merely stared dazedly in the direction of the inner room, his eyes faintly reddened.
That's his woman and child — could he really only watch helplessly as they drift further away from him?
Thud!
His chest took a hit.
Frost Moore couldn't hold back and directly punched Manny Knight.
