Chapter 142

Alston squinted and glanced at Hedda. "Daddy!" As soon as Gladys saw Alston, she ran a few steps towards him, tightly grasping his index finger with her small hand. Alston couldn't be bothered with Hedda's questions. As long as Gladys was fine, he could deal with Cecilia! Alston reached out to pick up Gladys and strode towards the shrine. The Faber family members hadn't all arrived, so the ceremony hadn't started yet. Luckily, the shrine was well-ventilated, and it wasn't too hot standing here. Gladys didn't know where they were. Her small hands tightly gripped Alston's trousers as she blinked her bright eyes, staring straight at him, seemingly afraid he might leave her again. "Daddy, when is Mom coming?" Alston didn't move, pinching a cigarette between his fingers. Layers of ash fell onto his shiny shoes, and the smoke curled, adding an extra lazy touch to his expression. "Why do you ask? She'll come over when it's time. Can she just run away?" Gladys nodded, seemingly understanding.