"Mommy..." The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms, her small hands around her neck, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Crossley Gibson couldn't hold back her tears anymore. It's only been a week, and she already missed her daughter terribly. But unlike last time, her departure this time came with a completely different intention.
The last time, she had left her daughter temporarily there to look for Faris Booker. This time, she intended to give her daughter's custody to Ose Owen.
With this thought, she lifted her head to see the tall figure of the man standing by the door. Ose Owen leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a faint arc on his thin lips.
"Ose..." Crossley took a deep breath and stood up, holding her daughter's hand. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "The letter I had Butler He give you last time, can I take it back?"
