Chapter 882 A Full-On Social Death Scene
- Cerys jolted upright on the couch. What confused her even more was—why was she even sleeping on the couch?
- Miss Davidson was in the kids’ room next door with the baby. Hearing Cerys wake, she rushed out with the child. “My little lady, you’re finally up.”
- Miss Davidson was worried sick. Zachary Manson had left like that last night. Sure, he said he was fine with it, but it still felt off.