Chapter 5 He Comes, Outside The Door

• “I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I met Georgia and the man at the party Nicholas and the others were at.”
• At the mention of him.
• Cynthia's cold eyes came to mind, as if an invisible hand had been gripping her throat, and it was hard to breathe.
• She thought she was ready!
• But did not expect to face, or so weak, she was still too reckless, if the man really to snatch the child, she simply can not resist.
• “Which one?”
• Verne did not react for a moment.
• Cynthia blurted out, “Nicholas's dad.”
• “What?”
• Vernege son startled, the next second did not Cynthia covered her mouth, guilty look at the kitchen door, fortunately did not see two children figure.
• “What a coincidence.”
• Verne could not believe it.
• “It's just such a coincidence. Anyway, I don't think I can stay. Even if that man doesn't remember me, there's still Georgia. Besides, Nicholas looks like him. Georgia can guess.”
• Cynthia wasn't a nervous person, but when it came to children, she couldn't help but be nervous. Even the thought of the Saxon family or the Mo family coming back to snatch the child from her made her hair stand on end.
• “But you just got back.”
• Verne hugged Cynthia reluctantly. She was very unhappy.
• She's been looking forward to it for five years.
• From high school to college, when Cynthia finally came back, she was gone again.
• “I'll take them away and see what happens, or aren't they getting engaged? I'll wait until they get married and I'll be back.”
• Cynthia comforted Verne. The more she thought about it, the more frightening it became. Cynthia couldn't bear the thought of her children being taken away. She took out her cell phone and decided to book a flight.
• Three tickets, ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
• Cynthia clapped her hands on the Verne. “Don't tell them when we go out later. Let's wait until tomorrow. I'll tell them that I have something urgent to go back to.”
• “Okay.”
• “Oh, I miss you so much. I want to go with you.”
• “Sure, let's do it. I'll order an extra one right now.”
• Cynthia smiled.
• The doorbell suddenly rang: “Ding-dong.”
• “Mommy, godmother, someone's at the door. They're ringing the doorbell.”
• Edwina yells again.
• Nicholas had already gotten up and pulled a chair to look through the peephole. When he saw the man standing outside the door, he was stunned. He subconsciously turned to look at Cynthia and Verne who had walked out of the kitchen.
• “Who is it? Do You Know Him?”
• Verne leaned over with a smile, stroking Nicholas' head and teasing him.
• Nicholas:”...”
• What should he say?
• Know Him?
• I've only seen him once at a dinner party, and I've never spoken to him.
• No?
• That was his biological father. Although he had not done a paternity test, he knew that he must be his biological father.
• “Why don't you say something?”
• Verne Geer said eyes to the cat's eye, after all, is a solitary woman, determine the door outsiders have become a subconscious habit.
• “Ah!”
• Verne suddenly screamed and then shut her mouth tightly.
• Shocked, Cynthia asked, “What are you doing?”
• “The door, outside the door...”
• Her hand was trembling at the door, and she could barely speak.
• A terrible thought came to Cynthia's mind. She didn't dare to look. Instead, she subconsciously took a step back, as if there was a deadly hostile ghost standing outside the door.
• “Godmother, who is it?”
• Edwina leaned over and looked at them in bewilderment, wondering why her brother had such a serious expression on his face and godmother was so frightened.
• “Cynthia.”
• Verne looked at the pale woman and didn't know what to do.
• Ding-dong
• Ding-dong
• The doorbell rang again like a curse, pounding Cynthia's heart like a hammer
• “Bang, Bang!”
• The person outside the door seems impatient, knocking at the door, hand strength is very big, the door is shaking, as if the people inside the House Heart, Plop Plop Plop Flutter.
• “Wow!”
• Edwina, frightened by the adults' nervousness, squashed her mouth and burst into tears.
• There was a knock on the door.
• “Edwina doesn't cry.”
• Cynthia reached out and hugged her tightly. The four-and-a-half-year-old was soft as if she could fit inside her.
• “Mommy, is that a bad guy at the door?”
• Edwina was crying her eyes out, tears streaming down Cynthia's shirt.
• Nicholas frowned. “Mommy, running away is not the answer. Why Don't you talk to Daddy?”
• It was like a bolt from the blue. Cynthia stiffened and stared at Nicholas, her mouth open.