"Then let's go for a walk."
"Alright."
How could she possibly have a child with this kind of husband? She absolutely wouldn't.
They took a long walk outside, then separated, and she returned to her room to take a shower.
After getting dressed, Flora sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the birds flying in the sky.
Right now, she isn't even as free as those birds; at least they are free, while she is just a caged golden bird trapped in the Presidential Mansion.
She dares not hope for too much in the future, only wishing to pass each day safely.
And that would be enough.
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By the time Lucy arrived overseas, it was already past four in the afternoon.
She had flown for ten hours.
After arriving at the airport, the group headed to the hotel where they were staying.
Emma stayed in the presidential suite, and since Lucy couldn't be separated from him, she had to stay there too.
Needless to say, she was consigned to sleeping on the sofa.