Currently, order had been gradually restored in the African continent, and the traffic had recovered slightly too. The agency was already urging her to return as soon as possible, so she had to take the flight this afternoon. She plucked up her courage to bid Connie farewell.

When Juliana saw Connie walking toward her, she greeted politely. "Miss Jordan."

"Ms. Hawkins." replied Connie flatly. She sounded cold and distant, as if she was putting up a barrier to keep everybody out, apart from her daughter. It was almost impossible to get a gentle and warm expression from this woman.

Juliana suppressed the bitterness bubbling in her chest as she smiled...