Sara lowered his head. "... I see."
Madam Lockwood reached out and took the money from the table, and left in a hurry.
Sara sat alone in his seat for a long time.
The cup of fragrant khaki had become cold, and the gloomy aroma had disappeared. From beginning to end, no one touched it.
It turned out to be so.
"So that's how it is."
Since her mother knew clearly about Lilly's means, why did she send her to the Martin family after death? Why did she do this? Didn't her mother know what kind of treatment she would receive in the Martin family?
Sara painfully embraced his head and tears welled up in his eyes, like dewdrops on the petals in the morning and a butterfly that was about to fly. Both of them were fragile, but his eyes were full of monstrous hatred and confusion.
"Phew?" Aunt Dovlin asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with you? Why are you losing your wits? Did someone bully you?"
Sara shook his head. "No, I don't."
Aunt Dovlin touched her head lovingly and said, "Oh, you're so pitiful. Come on, take a piece of candy. You'll be in a good mood after taking a piece of candy."
Sara received the milk candy and smiled gratefully at Aunt Dovlin. Then, he entered his room.
Hank stood at the door. For the first time, he hesitated and did not know whether he should knock on the door or not.
He had expected Sara to feel bad when he heard the news, but he did not know that his heart would also feel uncomfortable when he saw her uncomfortable look.
He looked at the door for a long time, and finally turned back to the study room. He put a list on the desk for free and said, "Sir, the list of that drug gang is here. When will the net be closed?"
Hank glanced at him, knocked on his finger and said, "Don't worry. How's the thing that you asked you to investigate about the stubborn family?"
Bella nodded. "The mother, Ashley, is a mistress. Vera's biological mother passed away because of difficult birth. When Lilly was one year old, Ashley successfully married into the family. Vera always thought that his mother died of an accident, and his stepmother and sister were very good to themselves. But according to our investigation, Vera's mother did not die accidentally, but was artificial... I have printed out the specific process. Do you want to see it?"
Hank held his chin with one hand and looked at the sunset sky curtain outside the French window. He said in a cold voice, "Why should I look at it? Show it to Lilly and let her know what her stepmother and sister are."
For a moment, he said, "Yes."
At dinner time, Sara was still in a daze. Hank asked her, "What's wrong?"
Sara poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks and said suddenly, "Nothing."
This was her own business and shouldn't bother Master Hank, so Sara didn't intend to tell him.
Hank's eyes darkened-it seemed that the little child still did not trust him enough.
But it didn't matter. An excellent hunter would never let him get rid of his trap.
He picked up a small piece of pork ribs for Sara and said, "Eat more."
Sara said yes and obediently nibbled the ribs.
After dinner, Sara and Gemini played in the garden for a while, and then ran to see his own vegetables and herbs. He had just planted them for a short time, so they certainly did not sprout. Sara squatted on the edge of his small farm, stuck out his tongue, and ran to her. Sara was distracted and was directly hit into the muddy ground by it.
Aunt Lyons poured water on them not long ago. The soil was wet. Sara and Gemini rolled in and instantly became two mud balls. Gemini was very happy. He screamed more loudly and kept pouncing. The mud on the dog's paws rubbed against Sara's face.
Sara quickly pressed it and said, "Gemini! Don't move!"
Gemini had just played the Fly Plate and he thought that Sara was violently interacting with it. He rolled on the ground excitedly. All the white fluffy hair on his body was stained with mud. Sara screamed and knelt on the ground to press it. Gemini turned his head and printed a mud paw print on her forehead. Sara said, "Ah..."
"You are..." The man's voice was faint. "You want to play mud?"
Sara: ""
She quickly sat up with the silly dog in her arms and explained with a red face, "I, I didn't play mud when I was very young. I was catching it..."
The Gemini still wanted to leap up, but Hank glanced at it indifferently. The whole dog was frightened, and it lay in Sara's arms obediently.
Hank reached out his hand and said, "Come up. The seeds are going to be dug out by you.
Sara looked at his dirty claws and hurriedly said, "I, I can get up myself...
Frowning slightly, Hank bent down and pulled her up with her arm. Then she quickly held Sara and the silly dog in her arms. Sara opened his eyes wide and held Hank's neck in a hurry. His hands immediately rubbed on Hank's cold and white neck. Sara panicked and said, "Right, right, right!"
Hank chuckled and lowered his head to look at her. "Then how can you compensate me?"
Sara pursed her lips and said, "I'll just make it up to you verbally."
Hank lowered his head and bit her lips gently. "Well, verbally compensation."
Sara: "..."
This was not the verbal compensation she was talking about!!
Hank carried Sara into the room. Aunt Dovlin immediately let out a cry of pain. "What's going on? Why did it turn out like this?"
"I'm playing with mud." Hank said briefly, "Take the dog away and clean it."
Aunt Dovlin quickly carried Gemini away.
Hank said with a smile, "I'll wash it."
Sara: "..."
Of course, Sara would not allow Hank to bathe her. She shut Hank outside the bathroom with a red face.
Hank leaned against the bathroom door, pressing the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and said with a smile, "Kid, you didn't take your clothes."
Sara's voice was buzzing. "I... I just need to wear a bathrobe."
Hank laughed and said, "Then why don't you wear underwear and come out?"
Sara: "..."
Hank said, "I didn't expect you to look like a little darling. In fact, you are so enthusiastic. You don't wear underwear and shake in front of me... What do you want to do?"
Sara: "....
The old man said slowly, "In fact, I don't mind."
Sara, "..." I don't mind! I don't mind!
She hugged her head with both hands and was about to cry. "Uncle..."
"Hmm?" Hank replied and asked knowingly, "Is there anything our child needs to ask me for help?"
Sara nearly lost all his face in this life. "You... Can you help me take my bra?"
Hank still said slowly, "What color? If you don't tell me, you can pick what you like."
Sara: "..."