Chapter 18

Alexander gently patted Aaron on the head to comfort him. "We're going to find Mommy." A cold snort came from the front seat. Alexander looked up and happened to catch a glimpse of Cyrus' eyes in the rearview mirror—along with the mocking smirk playing at the corner of his lips. A few minutes later, the car slowed to a stop. As the two of them got out of the vehicle, Alexander was still holding the many gift bags in his hands. Seeing that, Cyrus' icy voice rang out again. "Don't bother bringing that garbage into my house. Don't you have any shame?" Alexander's grip on the gift bags tightened slightly. He forced himself to speak. "These are all things Elise likes." He was met with another cold chuckle. The way Cyrus glanced at the items in his hands was no different than the way someone would look at garbage. "Are you kidding me? Do you seriously think Elise would like that? Are you telling me you used this kind of garbage to woo her when she lost her memories?" The color dr