"Thank you, Mr. Policeman." Maisy returned the phone to the policeman.
She blinked her big watery eyes and saw a row of chairs in the corner. She walked over and, with great difficulty, climbed up onto one of the chairs. Her face was red from all her effort.
Seeing that Maisy was sitting there quietly, the police asked in confusion, "Little girl, is someone coming to pick you up?"
Maisy nodded.
She had to sit here obediently and wait for Handsome Uncle.
Stanley looked at Rhys and asked coldly, "What's going on?"
The coldness in his eyes caused Rhys to feel a chill run down his spine.
"Three days ago, Miss Morris, no, your wife was taken away by Madam's people."
He had received the news an hour ago, but he hadn't dared to disturb Stanley because he was in an important meeting.
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