However, the word 'bastard' from Franklin's mouth still made Evan surprised, after all, Franklin's words were always stabbing and hidden.

The words were not too many but were precious like gold.

When Franklin saw the startling flash in Evan's eyes, his eyes showed impatience, saying, "Chris wants to take a nap, I'm going to bring her to rest."

"........"

Evan was still in a state of disorientation, when he suddenly heard Franklin's words, and looked up hurriedly, only to see Franklin's slender and upright figure, disappearing in the doorway.

The edge of his ears still lingered with Franklin's last warning, his eyes widened, his hands trembled, slowly curling his brows, uneasy dialing the phone, commanding...

In the corridor, Chris's room was still open, the sunlight leaking over the entire corridor and shining on Franklin, elongating the man's figure and enveloping the entire corridor.

He threw a few 'verbal promises' to Evan and casually took a lazy step back to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

There were countless packing boxes around the bed. He took a broad view. Dozens of those boxes were not sealed and packed.

He stepped over, casually bent down to pick up a small delicate photo frame. The photo was Christine's innocent smiling face, and also Ashley stood next to her.