Chapter 294 Feeding Cedrick
- In the living room of the Ferguson residence, Wyatt sat on the couch, brows furrowed and eyes blazing. His fury showed no sign of diminishing. He closed his eyes, listening to the whipping sounds from the garden wordlessly.
- Emma was clutching a handkerchief, her voice already hoarse from crying nonstop.
- Unfortunately, Wyatt was really incensed this time and took no notice of her pleas.