When Ricki heard that Rita said so, the little girl looked at her.

There was a moment of confusion in her big eyes, and then they were filled with grievance. "Mommy."

"Well, it's time for dinner." Rita avoided her aggrieved eyes and couldn't bear to continue watching.

Any normal mother would want to give her child a complete and normal home.

However, as for Ricki, although she loved this child, she couldn't do anything about it.

"Mommy." The little girl was smart. The more Rita did not answer, the more she wanted to ask.

Rita's grip on the little girl became heavier at this moment. She said, "Mommy will be...