Taya had mixed feelings as she looked at Grace, who leaned on Andre’s shoulder holding her doll and acting ridiculously obedient. Griffon took her hand and put it in his coat pocket, “Let’s go home, Taya.” Touching his thick hand, Taya felt it was usually cold and turned her gaze to the ashen-faced man. “Are you okay?” His skin had always been fair and rosy, but now he looked so pale that even his thin lips seemed bloodless. She did not believe that it was caused by a cold, “If ...