In the villa,
Lilly curled up on the sofa hugging her thighs. Her hair was scattered, covering most of her face.
She looked extremely dispirited.
In the silence, the tightly locked door opened with a click.
Lilly was no longer in the mood to see who was coming.
After struggling for three days in a row, she had lost all hope.
She could only hope that Mrs. Morris could come to her senses soon and let her go home.
Her only concern was whether Maisy would be scared alone at home.
"Mommy!"
Was it an illusion?
Lilly instantly raised her head and looked towards the door. Amidst the white, glaring light, a big and a small figure came in.
"Was it Maisy and Stanley?"
Lilly saw white, then black, and she passed out.
"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong with you?"
Maisy anxiously shook Lilly,
