"Take good care of them."
"Yes."
As she got out of the car, Melody Thorne marched inside with anger.
"Melody!" A small figure dashed out from inside the villa's living room, rushing straight at her.
"Timmy?" Melody Thorne looked at the little figure clinging to her, feeling as if all the darkness around her had suddenly been dispelled. She hugged the little darling tightly and showered him with kisses.
Little Timmy had gotten used to Melody Thorne's kisses over the past few days, and he habitually wrapped his arms around her neck, depending heavily on her, "Where did you go?"
When Timmy's arms touched her neck, Melody Thorne frowned slightly. Her neck had been injured by a shard from the broken bottle when she was dragged by her ankle, so it hurt a bit.
