Matthew Morgan squinted, feeling from the start that there was something wrong with Chloe Grant.
Not speaking, and now showing hesitation even when writing—what could have happened?
When Matthew Morgan squatted down, his large palm gently brushed Chloe Grant's head.
Chloe was startled and instinctively looked up, facing him...
He lowered his eyes and silently tapped the notebook on the table with his index finger.
For some reason, even without saying anything, Chloe could feel what Matthew Morgan meant.
He was telling her not to worry, not to be afraid of not knowing how to start.
Even if what she wrote was messy, he would understand.
It was magical; just a look, yet Chloe read so much information from it.
She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and gripped the pen a little tighter before finally writing down:
Uncle Morgan, someone wants something from you. He put a chip on me, and he said with this chip, he can observe my every move. If...
