"Why are you worrying about other people's family affairs? Hurry up! Go to our big room and give me a massage." Hattie gave me a glare, then she stepped upstairs.
Was this her home?
I took a deep breath and moved my throat slightly.
Nicky took my hand with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Wanda. I apologize for my mother. She'll be leaving tomorrow. If there's anything I can help you with, please tell me."
"Come on, Nicky! What are you doing?!" Hattie's urging voice came from not far away.
"Coming!" Letting out a sigh, Nicky's pretty face filled with helplessness. She was obviously also reluctant.
However, Hattie was her biological mother, so she could only obey.
Watching her back as she went upstairs, I really did not think of comparing her to Hattie at all. The most important thing now was to find Munchkin.
Time passed little by little, and amidst my anxious waiting, my patience wore out bit by bit.
I could not tell if it was because I was nervous, but it felt like a greater part of the time had passed.
I fished out my phone. I wanted to ask Theo if he had any results, but just then, he called.
"Wanda, I just arrived at the place, but there's no one here. It was probably false information. I got hold of a second location. I'll be heading over there now. Did anyone call home?"
Theo's voice sounded a little tired over the phone.
I gripped my phone tightly. "No, you..."
"Then continue waiting at home. If a call comes in, let me know. There’ll be a call if there's news from the police. Don't worry."
"Alright."
After hanging up the call, I covered my face, my tears falling silently.
How could I not be worried? This quiet situation had me at such a loss.
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