There was no way out for Leanne now. She’d been careful, kept every move under wraps. If she’d still been found, there was only one explanation—someone was watching her.
“Officer, may I ask who told you I was here?”
The policeman shot her a frosty look. “Just cooperate with the investigation. No more questions.”
Raffy piped up, his voice trembling, “Officer, I don’t want to go with her anymore. Please, can you take me away? I want to go home.”
The officer knelt down to his level. “Where’s home, kiddo?”
“I’m the youngest son of the Davidson family. I want to go back to them.”
The officers exchanged glances.
Leanne snapped, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. The Davidson family already abandoned him. He has nothing to do with them anymore. He’s my grandson—my daughter’s son. All the paperwork might not be finalized, but it’s all verifiable.”
Raffy was her last card to play. Alexander Davidson might have ruthlessly kicked the boy out, but who knew—maybe the child would still be useful. After all, feelings built up over so many years didn’t just vanish.
Raffy began to sob and struggle, refusing to budge. The officers tried to calm him, but they escorted both of them away.

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