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"Should I call Mom too?"
"No, Mom has to work."
Leon hugged the child tighter. He knew that if Grace showed up, this peaceful and happy time would end. He wanted to enjoy the time she had spent alone with the child.
"Did your mom ever tell you about your dad?"
"huh."
"What did you say?"
"Dad loves Mom."
That woman said all that. What kind of feelings did she have when she said that? While he was lost in thought, Ellie added one more thing.
"Mom loves Dad too."
"okay?"
That can't be true. Lying to a child. What a bad mother. Leon smiled bitterly and met the child's eyes.
"Ellie, it might be hard to believe that your dad, whom you just met today, is saying this, but he loves you."
Now, let's not be cowardly. Let's not be careless. Leon decided to tell her how he felt before it was too late, before he missed her again.
The child who heard his father's confession looked at him with bewildered eyes and asked something strange.
"Why?"
"Because you are my daughter. Because you are my daughter born to the woman I love."
What more reason do you need?
Leon kept whispering to the child that he loved him without letting him go.
"I love you, Ellie. Ellie, do you love Daddy?"
"no."
Leon burst out laughing.
"Yes, you are your mother's daughter."
As the saying goes, "If you slap someone on the cheek you kissed, they'll hit you," the child was a woman who was as cruel and loving as her mother.
Just an hour ago, all I could think about was finding it. But now that I finally found it and held it in my arms, I began to desire to hear the words "I love you" from this child someday.
What should I do to receive love?
I envied Grace, who could buy the precious love of a child even with her poor love. What kind of love should he pour out to catch up with the one who appeared in the child's life late?
As he looked around, his eyes landed on a small fir tree in a corner of the living room. Beneath the tree, decorated with colorful ribbons, stars, beads, and the like, were three or four carefully wrapped gift boxes.
"Ellie, is that a present from your mom?"
The child in his arms nodded.
"But Mom said I shouldn't open it. Why not? Really not?"
The child kept asking why not, trying to get permission from him to open it. He wondered who this trick resembled. Leon, who had a premonition that if he were allowed to open it, he would gain the child's favor and the woman's fists, asked the child.
"Ellie, do you want Daddy to buy you a present too? You can open what Daddy gives you today."
If you were Winston, you would be filled with greed. As expected, the child's turquoise eyes began to sparkle.
"Betty's dad bought me a puppy."
"Just a puppy?"
Pick, Ellie's eyes sparkled even more as she laughed. Leon made a decisive move.
"Ellie, Daddy can buy you anything you want."
"Everything?"
The child's eyes grew wide and he smiled brightly as if he had something he wanted. It worked.
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"Ellie was picked up by her father in the morning."
"yes?"
Ellie's dad? Who the hell is that?
The daycare teacher handed Grace a lunch bag and asked her, who was blushing.
"Ellie, you forgot to bring your things. By the way, I've seen your face somewhere. Is your father a movie actor?"
At that moment, the bright blue fear turned into bright red anger.
thud.
Campbell opened his eyes, which he had been closing for a moment, at the sound of a knock that seemed to shatter the car window. The two eyes that met through the car window were bloodshot.
"Is that guy here?"
As I rolled down the window, the woman asked with her teeth clenched. I could clearly see her chin trembling.
The major had instructed Pierce to deliver a list of items he needed to buy from the department store that morning, and had not left the building at all except to order lunch and dessert in the afternoon. That is, from 3 p.m., when he delivered the dessert, until now, when it was almost 7 p.m., there had been no news.
As soon as Campbell nodded, the woman clenched her fists and ran into the building's entrance.
'The hunter is walking into a trap.'
"I'm going to kill you."
As soon as the elevator began to rise, Grace lifted her skirt and drew her pistol.
How dare you take my daughter?
The man brought Ellie to her house when he could have taken her to his own place. Grace was so furious that she couldn't even think rationally about whether it was a good thing.
I rang the doorbell on purpose. I was planning on putting a pistol to Ellie's neck and chasing him out when the man opened the door. But I rang it a couple more times, but there was no answer.
Grace's hands trembled as she opened the door with her key and went in. Traces of food and drink were scattered around the dining table and living room, but there was no one in sight.
As ominous thoughts began to creep in, Grace cautiously opened the tightly closed bedroom door and froze in place.
Ellie was fast asleep, holding her muffin in the man's arms.
I was happy to see that he was safe, but it only lasted a moment. Seeing the child who only knew his mother, comfortably in the arms of his father whom he had seen for the first time today, made me feel like my world was falling apart.
What on earth did you do to Ellie?
Grace looked around the room and gnashed her teeth. The son of a bitch had dressed the kid in pajamas and put him to sleep as if he were some kind of person. There was even a storybook on the nightstand next to the watch and cufflinks he had taken off, probably to read him to sleep.
Not only did he invade her home without permission, he also invaded her territory as a mother. It was as unforgivable as kidnapping a child.
"wake up."
Grace walked over to the bed and pressed the gun to the sleeping man's forehead. He took a deep breath and groaned softly, then opened his eyes. Wasn't he just pretending to sleep? The man looked up at her with sleepy eyes for a long time, almost to the point of irritation, before chuckling.
"Hello, Mrs. Snyder."
A deep, penetrating voice flowed from between sharply curved lips.
"By the way, since when was my last name Snyder?"
Where are you talking? Grace grabbed the collar of the man's shirt, which had a couple of buttons undone, with one hand. She looked him in the eye, still in dreamland, and whispered through her teeth so that Ellie wouldn't hear.
"Get up and get out of my life right now. Get out of my life and my daughter's life quietly, just like you always have."
But the man, as always, came out shamelessly.
"Shh, be quiet."
He raised his index finger and pressed it to her lips, then patted the tossing child with his other hand. It was astonishing.
"You're a sensitive child. Wake up. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is your mother trying to kill your father. That's not good for your education. Go out and talk things out."
As I watched my daughter sleepily burrowing deeper into the man's arms, I felt both anger and despair. The man knew very well that he would not be able to even grab Ellie, let alone shoot her in front of her.
So this time, we found Ellie and took her hostage.
Grace had no choice but to put the gun away and grab the man by the collar.
"Okay. Come out now. I'll give you the conversation you want."
How did you find out? Did the officer eventually report it? But how did you find out about Ellie's daycare?
As she paced the living room with her arms crossed, lost in thought, the man sitting on the sofa, who had been keeping his eyes on her, began to answer Grace's questions as if he had read her thoughts.
"I got a call from the sheriff's office. I picked it up at the hotel yesterday morning. I spent all day yesterday chasing you and Ellie, but I didn't get anything of any use. I was getting frustrated thinking I had to search the Prescott area like a rat, when your employer... ."
In the end, it was my fault for being too careless. Grace sat down at the table with her face buried in her hands, berating herself.
"... I was going to take you to the hotel and call you, but my daughter said she wanted to go home. That's why I came. I was just going to look around and leave, but this is what happened. That's all. Do you have any other questions?"
Why are you telling me everything?
Grace glared at the man between her spread fingers as if she was reporting something. The man smirked again, brushing his tired face away.
Are you laughing? Yeah, you're laughing.
Grace asked, staring out the window, which had become as dark as the day ahead.
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