Chapter 810 Threads Of Memory

• His daughter, who was sitting at his right side, was looking up at him with her dark álmond-shaped eyes. She said in confusion, “Daddy, aren’t you going to eat? It’s Mommy’s signature steamed bun. It’s delicious.”
• As she spoke, the little one even said to Mick Reed who was beside her, “You think it’s delicious too, don’t you?”
• Mick Reed’s mouth was still stuffed with a steamed bun. He hesitated for a moment before nodding somewhat stiffly.