Anya Forrest’s face was tense, her eyes as cold as frost: "Sir, please mind the way you speak, if you dare to spout nonsense again, don’t blame me for being impolite."
"Anya..." Quinn Thorne called her name, his eyes pleading like a big, innocent dog, softening one’s heart unwittingly.
In the past, she often succumbed to such a look from him.
If it weren’t for her soft heart, she and her parents would still be a happy family, instead of being alone in this world like now.
Thinking about her parents’ tragic death, Anya’s eyes turned icy cold, leaving only a chill in her heart.
Quinn didn’t miss the indifference in Anya’s eyes; his heart ached sharply. He was about to step forward and say something when another security guard rushed over with the police.
Pointing at Quinn, he said, "It’s him! He’s the one harassing our resident!"
The police immediately rushed over and restrained Quinn.
"Officers, you’ve misunderstood, Anya is my wife, we are just having a marital spat."
The police looked at Anya in confusion: "Are you two married?"
The police furrowed their brows: "So are you or aren’t you?"
"No," Anya spoke first, "You can ask the property management of the community."
The property manager who rushed over immediately said, "That’s right, Miss Forrest lives with a lady named Casper."
Upon hearing this, the police’s faces turned dark: "Alright, not only did you dare to hide in the shadows and attack a lady, but you also pretended to be her husband after being caught, truly reprehensible! Take him back to the police station; such villainy must be severely punished!"
The police angrily held Quinn down firmly.
Quinn, unaffected by the police’s hostility, looked at Anya with a pleading tone: "Anya, can’t we just stop this?"
Anya seemed not to hear, and after thanking the security guard and police, she turned around without hesitation.
"Anya! Anya Forrest!"
Quinn shouted frantically, but Anya’s steps didn’t falter.
Quinn stared blankly as Anya walked away without looking back, his eyes filled with an indescribable pain.
"Move!" The police yanked Quinn.
Quinn, caught off guard, stumbled. Seeing the police were about to push him further, he furrowed his brows: "I need to make a call."
The police rolled their eyes at him: "Make a call? What call? Whatever you need to say, say it at the police station!"
With that, they unceremoniously dragged Quinn into the police car.
Anya unlocked the door with her key.
At this time, the three kids were still awake, gathered together playing cards.
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Casper North threw the unfinished deck of cards in his hand, saying in frustration, "You guys ganged up to bully me alone."
Shea glared at Casper unceremoniously and said, "Weren’t you the one who insisted on taking on both of us?"
"Even so..." Just as the words began, they heard a noise from the entrance.
Turning around, they saw Anya pushing the door open and coming in; they scrambled up from the floor, rushing toward Anya: "Mommy, you’re back!"
Shea: "Mommy, I missed you a lot."
Baby Hawthorne was not willing to be left out.
Anya looked at the three kids surrounding her, and her mood instantly relaxed.
While they were enjoying their lively reunion, Elias Hawthorne glanced at the empty doorway and asked, "Miss Forrest, did Quinn not come up with you?"