At that moment, Eleanor heard Alexander’s voice and rushed over, throwing herself into his arms, crying bitterly.
Alexander comforted her with a few words: “Alright, alright, I'm fine. See, I’m out now, aren’t I?"
In the living room, the family sat together.
Valeria and Rodger sat on the sofa, their sharp eyes filled with anger, glaring at Alexander with a strong sense of accusation.
Beside Alexander sat an old man, none other than Sherman.
Valeria kept staring at Sherman, her face displeased: “Alexander, who is this old man? Why did you bring a stranger into my house?"
Valeria didn’t like the way the old man dressed at all. He was so old, yet still wore a suit, holding a black box she had never seen before, with a smile on his face.
Just one look, and she could tell he was up to no
