Chapter 93

The child’s cheeks were so plump that they looked like they could burst at any moment, tempting anyone to reach out and pinch them. He reminded me of a squirrel with its cheeks full of acorns.

‘He looks familiar…’

As I searched my memory, I realized he was the boy from the portrait Ethan carried when we first rescued him.

In other words, the people who had just barged in were Ethan’s family.

“It really hurts, Mom!”

“You said you’d be back soon, and I trusted you. But you haven’t kept in proper contact for six months!”

Ethan’s …