Chapter 821: Chapter 821: Doesn’t Your Conscience Hurt?
He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, Sylvan Cheney forgot to leave.
Perhaps it was the heavy, familiar smell of smoke on Sylvan that stirred Chale Cheney, who moved his eyelids and woke up!
Daddy?
He hurriedly rubbed his eyes.
Yes!
“Daddy, daddy…” the little guy called out.
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