The wound was sowhat deep and long, requiring more than a dozen stitches to finish. Rogers was an excellent doctor, and his stitching was clean and neat.
After the wound was sutured, Atlas Hallow stood up and walked over to Charlotte Miller, gazing gently at the little girl in her arms, his voice low and pleasant, "I’m leaving now, I’ll co to see her tomorrow."
He was in a disheveled state now, and he didn’t want his daughter to see him like this for the first ti.
He stayed because he promised to bring Mia back safely to Charlotte. Now he had done it.
"Thank you..." Charlotte’s lips moved slightly, softly saying these two words of thanks.
Atlas Hallow’s handso face turned pale, and the pain in his heart was more intense than when the needle pierced his skin.
They were once husband and wife, sharing the most intimate relationship. The little girl in her arms was the union of their flesh and blood. Rescuing this child was his rightful duty, yet all he received was a thank you.
Charlotte watched Atlas Hallow leave the Miller Family’s ho without a word, his tall figure blending into the moonlight, looking a little lancholic and sad.
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Sunshine stread through the gauzy window, and Charlotte woke up early. Since Mia had just gone through sothing yesterday, she had taken a day off to stay at ho with her, fearing any aftereffects.
Mia slept beside her, her small body curled up, her long hair softly spilling over her pink nightgown. She was like her mother in being especially afraid of the cold, nearly completely buried under the covers, sleeping sweetly with her dense eyelashes casting a beautiful shadow on the bridge of her nose.
Watching her daughter like this, she indeed resembled Atlas Hallow exactly.
Fortunately, she was not hard yesterday. Luna Miller said that Mia kept saying she was hungry and dizzy, then after a while, she fell asleep, remaining in a drowsy, half-asleep state for a long ti.
Just about ten minutes after Atlas Hallow left, she woke up.
After waking up, she drank so porridge and ate a small piece of bun. After a bath, she felt much better. Having slept through too much of the day, she stayed up a bit late last night, playing puzzles with Charlotte until midnight before falling asleep.
As a result, Mia certainly slept in late this morning. Charlotte couldn’t help but kiss her daughter’s little face, tucked her in, and got up first.
After getting washed and dressed, she went downstairs in her morning robe, preparing to make breakfast for Mia herself.
Her breakfast was simple: red juice from beets and small red buns, Mia’s favorite. This was prepared by mixing the flour, tid just right for steaming when Mia woke up, along with hot milk.
Luna Miller also slowly descended the stairs at this ti, while Freya Morgon went to the supermarket. With Mia asleep upstairs, only Luna and Charlotte were left in the house.
When Luna approached Charlotte, she just stood there, looking at Charlotte, with a faint smile in her eyes tinged with so sadness and reluctance.
Charlotte had never seen Luna look at her like that, not even when Luna was raging mad at her in the past.
Suddenly, Luna, standing in front of Charlotte, began to remove her loose robe. With a floor-to-ceiling window behind her, the light seed to pass through her body. Charlotte was shocked to see Luna’s bare front, covering her mouth to stifle a scream.
Yesterday, after their rescue, all attention was on Mia, and she hadn’t even seen Luna.
But how could this be?
Luna’s body was a horrifying sight, covered with scars—pinched, bitten, or inflicted by more violent thods, one after another, layered so thickly that there was scarcely any unmarked skin.
"Was it those people who abducted you yesterday?" Charlotte’s voice trembled, as the weak feeling in her legs from yesterday returned, nearly making her collapse.
She was relieved they had returned so soon. Oliver had ntioned King was a terribly troubleso person, but what exactly happened yesterday for Luna to end up like this?
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