Chapter 222 Mommy, I Hate Daddy

• After a slight pause, Hannah then added, “It’s not that I want to drag things out. It’s just that Conan has never been apart from me, so I—”
• “You don’t need to speak any further. I’ll give you three more days.” Connor’s cold countenance blocked the light, his expression not at all gentle, yet it inexplicably hit Hannah right in the chest.
• Staring at him blankly, Hannah unconsciously reached out to touch his familiar face, only to abruptly snap back to her senses midway. Things are different now. She pursed her lips and retracted her hand. “Thank you.”