What was certain was that Anderson was indeed her son, and there was no doubt that he heard Anderson call her mommy with his own ears.
When he heard how much she wanted to go back to Mufron and never come back, an inexplicable pain crossed his heart.
She was hurt so badly that she never wanted to return to this land? She never wanted to see him?
Was that right?
Was that why, after she survived, she never contacted him all these years?
Even now, she was not willing to meet him with his true face. Could that be the reason?
He turned around with his back against the cold door of the room, and slid helplessly downward until he finally sat on the cold marble floor.
He felt overwhelmed by the powerlessness.
What would it take for her to forgive him? Why did she come to the Capital, and was there anything else she was hiding from?
He propped up his forehead, and he felt his head was exploding.
He took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
He needed to clear his head and be calm.
Right now, there was a more important matter that needed to be dealt with.
He took out his phone and dialed Casey, "You're in the office?"
"Yes, president." Casey answered.
"Now come to the front desk of the hotel and wait for me.”
I have something important to talk to you." Luther finished and hung up the phone.
One hour later.
Casey had been waiting at the hotel's front desk for Luther, who had just come in through the hotel door.
He immediately greeted him and said respectfully, "President, may I ask what you want?"
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