章 177: Chapter 177 : The Wretched Author

A soft sigh escaped Kiyoshi's lips.

"Please excuse us, Midori-san," he said before he straightened his posture and stood tall before the couch.

"Right. Why don't I just borrow this book for now? Let me take Ame back with me."

Midori too quickly scrambled up the couch and went to fetch her baby girl. Ame was sleeping peacefully inside a crib Kiyoshi specifically provided for her visits.

Akiko looked like she was on the verge of breaking down.

"Come with me, Akiko."

Kiyoshi led Akiko away, his hand a firm grip on her elbow. She didn't resist, but her posture spoke volumes. Her shoulders were hunched, her steps hesitant, as if every inch of her body strained against the forced movement. But before she left the room, she spun on her heel, fixing Midori with a gaze that burned with unshed tears and simmering fury.

A lump formed in Midori's throat, making it hard to swallow.