Jordan urged her to go home.
Kyle's words froze Jordan in her tracks.
At Black family.
Was that a place where ordinary people can go?
It was impossible for ordinary people to get in.
And arranged a driver to send her home?
She hung up the phone.
Jordan frowned.
"Mom, is she really my sister?"
She even suspected her background.
Mrs. Garcia was pretty sure that this annoying girl was her youngest daughter.
"She has been a troublemaker since she was a child. She is really annoying."
Jordan was still worried. "Who is the person who adopted her?"
"Someone from countryside? I don’t know." Mrs. Garcia sneered.
"I'll invite them to our house someday," Jordan said casually. Mrs. Garcia didn't take it seriously. She just helped her upstairs.
"Your baby is here. What’s going on with you and Jacob?"
"Mom, only when the baby is safely born can we make it public."