Chapter 1149 Good Cop Bad Cop
- The little one hung his head in defeat, his lips puckered. “I'm sorry for making you worry...”
- “It's okay.” Whitney tenderly brushed her son's tousled short hair, comforting him. She then cast a sharp look at Charles, a silent cue to moderate his approach and keep his tone gentle.
- Charles shifted to a more serious demeanor and inquired, “What happened next?”