But facing the door, Justin Battleson helplessly sighed at this moment.
He never thought that one day he'd have to sneak into his own room in the middle of the night.
Justin quickly collected himself and walked toward the bed.
Then he deftly got into bed, wrapped his arms around the person beside him, but suddenly felt that something wasn't quite right.
"Dad, why are you here?"
At this moment, a sticky voice came from Justin's embrace, causing him to furrow his brows intensely.
He got up quickly and turned on the bedside lamp, seeing Hank Thompson crawl out from under the covers.
Hank seemed a bit uncomfortable with the sudden light, rubbing his eyes uneasily.
"Why are you here?" Justin looked at Hank in astonishment.
He didn't think he came into the wrong room.
"Where's your... your mommy?"
"Mommy went to stay with Grace, and Annie went back to godmother's place."
Hank sucked in his nose and replied to Justin.
