< Chapter 479 Chapter 479 Deandre and Haleigh soon arrived at the base as well.
Haleigh held Angelica, crying uncontrollably.
Menu âMy baby, I thought Iâd never see you again. I think about you every day and dream about you every night. My baby, I was so worried about you.â
Mariela stood by silently shedding tears.
These past few days, every time she closed her eyes, she saw that lunatic Nikolas tormenting her sister. She kept having nightmares, dreaming of Nikolas pouring gasoline on her sister, trying to burn her alive, dreaming of Nikolas telling her to trade her own life for her sisterâs.
Even Deandre had tears in his eyes at the sight.
He had a thousand things he wanted to say, but all that came out was, âAngel, Daddy missed you too.â
After the family of four had cried, the observant Haleigh noticed that Angelicaâs mental state wasnât good.
With red eyes, she said, âAngel already had psychological problems from the previous kidnapping. This time, she was kidnapped and taken to Italy, almost losing her life. Iâm worried about her...â
She couldnât continue speaking.
Angelica was not even nine years old but had already experienced two kidnappings.
How could such a little girl endure these stimuli?
Her mental state would definitely be affected.
Deandre had dark circles under his eyes.
He hadnât slept well these past few days since Angelica was kidnapped.
At this moment, Deandre looked haggard and exhausted, his gaze filled with guilt and worry as he looked at his youngest daughter.âIâll contact the best psychologist right away.â
Mariela said, âIâll also ask my friends to help contact the most professional psychologist for children. Haleigh, Angel will definitely get better.â
Haleigh sighed deeply.âI hope so.â
Lennon and Dustin were outside discussing matters.
The Logan family came out, and the two parties crossed paths.
Lennonâs gaze fell on Mariela, and their eyes met. Marielaâs eyes were red, having just cried.
A trace of pity flickered in Lennonâs eyes.
Mariela pursed her lips and silently looked away.
Haleigh had wanted to say âthank youâ to Lennon, but the thought that her precious daughter wouldnât have been kidnapped if it werenât for him made the words stick in her throat.
Deandre shot Lennon a cold, disapproving look.
Lennon, as composed as ever, greeted politely, âDeandre.â
âNo need,â Deandre said with a hint of sarcasm.
Lennon wasnât angered, just nodded slightly and asked, âHow is Angel?â
This question only made Deandre angrier.
He snorted coldly.âThanks to you, she almost lost her life.â
Lennon lowered his eyes, looking guilty.âIâm very sorry.â