Chapter 90

He glanced at the location sent to him by Abby; even though she was Maya's friend, she had a lot of sense left, but Maya, on the other hand, he clenched his fist at his side; how could one person be so bullheaded?

He walked up the stairs, looking at the neighborhood he had just entered; it wasn't fit for anyone to live in, let alone children. How had she even survived here?

Tiny compartment, not enough space to stretch out one's legs, and light? It was not enough. He felt like he had just walked into another part of hell.

Now in front of the door, he stuck his phone into his pocket and knocked; he waited. Not only was he angry, but he was also curious.

Curious about the children.

About to knock again, she pulled open the door and came face to face with him, wincing, even though he hadn't touched her; her blue-dyed hair was packed in a ponytail so he could see her face. She looked dressed.

She swallowed.

"You know what I'm here for," he said, his ha