Larissa brought Freddy into the car. The lights in the car were lit, perfectly highlighting the disheveled state the little boy was in.

Larissa cleaned the dirt on Freddy's face with wet wipes and ran her fingers through his messy hair to make it neat and tidy.

"Did you get into a fight with your dad?" she asked gently.

Freddy still wasn't responding to her.

Recalling what Allen said over the phone—that Freddy seemed to have signs of depression.

Larissa felt her heart tighten. "Freddy, talk to me, please? You can tell me whatever you want." She was starting to sound anxious.

Freddy looked at her; his gaze was blank and lifeless.

After ending the call with Allen, Lewis returned to his car and cast a glance at the two people sitting in the backseat. "His dad will be here soon. He told us to wait for him."

Hearing that, Freddy became restless all of a sudden and frantically tried to open the locked car door. When he realized he couldn't open it, he fiercely knocked his arm a