The estate had a two-meter-high remote-controlled gate, which only Matthew Lawrence could open.
Even the people who came daily to deliver daily necessities and food could only use a special one-way transmission method to send things in.
Matthew Lawrence's fingers tapped slowly, one by one, on the handle of the wheelchair, yet it made people's hearts unconsciously tense up.
"Isn't it nice to stay here with them? I thought you missed them a lot."
"Them" referred to Michael Green and Chloe Johnson.
"This doesn't conflict with me going out."
Hearing this, Matthew Lawrence pondered, seemingly grappling with a very difficult decision.
After a while, he left the decision to Bella Green.
"For them to take a child out from the Lawrence Family and still safely sit here, it's because they raised you for so many years."
Matthew Lawrence spoke slowly, his gaze turning toward Bella Green. Suddenly, he let out a soft laugh.
Yet it made a chill run down their spines.
