Trenton Smith raised his hand and directly pulled her into the house.
Zoe Smith staggered a few steps and walked up to Zelda Swallow, who was leaning against the headboard, looking up at her.
In his memory, she was still that vibrant and bright young girl—the most vivid and brilliant memory of his life.
"You're here."
"… Yes," Zoe Smith replied. She seemed a bit lost and out of place.
Zelda Swallow in her memory was too different; she even felt like she was facing a stranger.
Trenton Smith spoke up, "We'll go out first. You stay and chat with Dad."
"…" Zoe Smith was somewhat annoyed by Trenton's presumption, but she was also afraid that if Zelda died, Trenton might really take revenge on her.
Even though she was reluctant, she knew who was protecting her in the Swallow Family.
The people around them filed out, and when Trenton reached the corner, he took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it.
His brows furrowed lightly, showing a trace of heavy emotion.
