It’s a silent night.

Natalie, standing in front of the window of her room, saw a familiar car park downstairs.

She took a deep breath and closed the curtains.

Her phone rang soon.

The phone number displayed on the screen was also very familiar.

She took a deep breath and answered the phone. “Kenneth, what do you want to do?”

“Natalie, I’d like to recognize my daughter,” Kenneth’s voice was low and icy.

“Are you joking? Cheryl is my ...