"Leslie, I'm at the coffee shop on the first floor of the Reddington Hotel now. Come over and have something to eat with me and chat a bit."
As soon as the call connected, Sheila Fletcher spoke with an air of entitlement.
Leslie Howard found it amusing.
What was there to talk about between the mother and daughter? Why could her mother always use such a presumptuous tone in her calls?
"I'm busy," Leslie Howard was about to hang up.
"Wait, Leslie, it's been a long time since I saw you. Xavier also said he misses his sister... don't you miss him?"
Sheila Fletcher was indeed Leslie Howard's mother, truly had her daughter tightly in her grip.
Leslie Howard really wanted to say she didn't.
But upon hearing Sheila Fletcher's words, thinking of that soft little bun, her half-brother Xavier's tender face appeared before her eyes.
The whole Wallace family, including Sheila Fletcher, the only one who was good to her was her brother.
