Shirley Grant clenched her fists tightly under the blanket, her heart surging. Scenes from last night's events kept flashing through her mind.
She hated herself; she hated Alan Morgan. Why did he have to toy with her like this? It was over, wasn't it?
Alan Morgan got out of bed, gently pulled the blanket up for her, then got dressed and opened his laptop.
Ten minutes later, Maxwell Peary received a phone call from Alan Morgan.
"Boss, I'm at Hendry Hampton's house."
Maxwell Peary nodded, hung up the phone, and looked down at Nia Mitchell, who was still leaning against him.
"Do we have to go today?"
He didn't really want to go get it today. It was finally the weekend, and going to handle these things felt like such a waste.
But Nia Mitchell nodded. Maxwell Peary sighed inwardly. Alright.
So, the two of them decided to go for a walk, have lunch, and then take care of the matter in the afternoon.
"Uncle, can we go to the Supermarket?"
