"Alexander, what's wrong..." Sophie Smith turned her head and saw Alexander holding a phone tightly, crying sorrowfully.
Sophie didn't know what had happened, but seeing Alexander like that, she was very worried.
"Don't cry, Alexander, mommy is fine."
"Mommy,..." Alexander pouted, looking pitiful.
He was about to say something when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Alexander looked shocked. Could it be that uncle has come?
Should he open the door?
While Alexander was pondering, Sophie had already gotten up from the bed, ready to open the door.
She slipped on a pair of slippers casually, her face somewhat puffy. She glanced at herself in the mirror—it was truly a mess.
She opened the door, but upon seeing the person, her eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Irene, why are you here..."
