With trembling hands, I called Johnson to pick up Matthew's car. I waited until Johnson arrived and gave him instructions before leaving with Ava.

No matter what, Ava didn't want that toy that Matthew gave her. Back at home, Ava rushed into her grandmom's arms with a loud cry.

My mom looked at me, puzzled, and I briefly explained what had happened. My parents let out a deep sigh.

That night, I slept with Ava. She told me with a quiver in her voice that she never wanted to see her dad again.

I was at a loss for words. Faced with such a dad, I couldn't even defend him. From today's events, I could see how miserable Matthew's days would be in the future.

I comforted Ava and shared some simple wisdom with her, teaching her to be a responsible and good person. I wasn't sure how much she understood, but I didn't want her mind to be filled with darkness.

Johnson finally called me late at night. He said, "Chlo, don't worry! She's okay."

"What about the baby?" I asked worriedly.

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