Back at the city, Sara looked a little distracted. "Miss Martin, are you not feeling well?" she asked.
Sara shook her head. "No, it's just that there's something I can't figure out."
"..." Of course, Bella knew what she was thinking, but he didn't say much. Instead, he said, "By the way, Miss Martin, Master Hank has come back."
Sara's eyes lit up. "Master Hank is back?!"
Looking at her like this, she couldn't help but smile-it seemed that Miss Martin herself didn't realize how much she relied on Master Hank.
"Yes, we arrived two hours ago."
Sara pursed her lips, feeling a little excited and nervous.
She wanted to ask whether it was he who had done the thing about Hank and Maggie, but she was afraid that Hank would not know that she was exposed if he told the truth... But who would protect her like this except Hank? It was in such a way that she could prove her innocence in public.
With that thought in mind, they arrived at Reminisland.
Sara entered the room with her large bag in her arms. Aunt Dovlin was cleaning up. When she saw that she was back, she immediately smiled and said, "Miss Martin, you're back."
Sara nodded and asked, "Where's Master Hank?"
"It's upstairs." Aunt Dovlin thought of something and went into the kitchen to bring out a bowl of soup. "Hey, bring this bowl of lotus seed soup to Master Hank to clear your heart and clear your purpose."
Sara put down her bag, nodded, and took the lotus seed soup.
Hank was in the study. Sara knocked on the door. Hank looked up and said, "Come in."
Sara put the lotus seed soup on the side of the desk and said, "Aunt Dovlin asked me to bring it here."
Hank hummed. He held his chin with one hand and sized Sara up. Suddenly, he said, "Little friend, don't you want me to cry?"
Sara blushed and said helplessly, "... No, I... I didn't cry..." She paused and remembered something. "You didn't come back because of my call, did you?"
Hank looked at her with a faint smile and said nothing.
Sara lowered her head. "I'm too self- sentimental. I'm not an important person. How could Master Hank come back specifically for her?"
On second thought, however, Sara was very satisfied.
As long as Hank came back, it would be good. She would feel very safe when she came back.
Hank suddenly reached out and grabbed Sara's wrist. Before Sara could react, he pulled her to sit on his lap. Sara was caught off guard and instinctively put her arms around his neck, staring at his eyes blankly.
The man's eyes were a very special black color. When he looked into the depths of his pupils, he seemed to see a trace of scarlet. The shape of his eyes was particularly long and beautiful. His eyelashes could be matched with a match stick to build a house. The lines of the end of his eyes and the end of his eyelashes were like sharp blades, giving people a sense of fierceness.
But at this moment, there was a smile in this man's eyes, which softened the fierceness and fierceness, and the rest were the prana power.
He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Little friend, uncle has even become a pigeon to the president for you. Are you going to treat him like this?"
Sara was still immersed in her beauty, but when he heard his words, he was directly stunned. "M-president?"
Hank answered lazily and put his chin on her shoulder. "I went to Province to have a meeting."
Sara asked nervously, "Then, then you left ahead of time... Will you be all right? Won't the President blame you?"
"Yes." Hank lied to the child without blushing or gasping, and he didn't even blink his eyes. "The consequences are very serious, but in order to comfort Jackie, uncle came back overnight."
Sara was about to cry, and a blush of shame appeared on her white and tender cheeks. She bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have called you..."
His voice sounded like he was about to cry.
Hank knew that he had overdid it, but he felt that it was good for Jackie to cry. He looked at her for a while and said, "In fact, it's not serious. I'm very glad that you can call me when you're sad."
Sara's tears fell and she looked at him with tears in her eyes. The soft voice in her voice was more attractive. "But, but..., I'm sorry..."
Hank was speechless and said, "It's too much to play with the ball."
Hank coughed and said, "In fact, you don't have to be so sad. It's really not a big deal. I didn't leave until the meeting ended."
Sara wiped his tears. "Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Only then did Sara feel relieved. He sobbed and said, "Don't, don't do this again." Hank: "... OK, that's not going to be the case."
He took out a piece of tissue and dried Sara's tears. He asked her, "What have you been wronged for?"
Only then did Sara remember the purpose of his visit. He pursed his lips and said, "Don't you... know?"
Hank, a well-dressed beast, looked sanctimonious. "How would I know if you don't tell me?"
.." Sara was speechless. "... I thought it was you who did it."
She told him about Maggie and asked, "Wasn't it really you who helped me?"
There was a hint of a smile on Hank's handsome face. "What do you think?"
Sara, "... I don't know..."
"Then don't think about it."
Hank suddenly stood up, which startled Sara. But after all, he had some experience. So he quickly put his arms around Hank's neck and put his legs around his waist. He asked in a low voice,"What, what are you doing?"
Hank said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
Sara was at a loss. "Didn't you eat?"
It was almost eight o'clock now. At ordinary times, they would have dinner after six o'clock.
Hank looked down at her and said, "You haven't eaten yet. Let's wait for you to come back."
Sara felt a warmth in his heart.
Except for her mother and grandfather, no one had been waiting for her to eat.
The dinner included fried yellow croaker, braised lion head, black ribs, pork with plum sauce, stewed chicken with yellow sauce, diners fried duck and purple-colored ham soup. Sara especially liked black ribs and purple-colored ham soup. He had two bowls of dinner.
Because he had eaten too much, he was led by Hank to wander around in the garden before he was put back to do his homework.
Bella looked at Sara's back and asked in confusion, "Master, why don't you admit that you've helped Miss Martin?"
Hank was silent for a while and said, "She is afraid of me."
"What?"
Hank looked down at the wristwatch on his wrist and said in a cold voice like the night wind, "I don't want her to know my tricks."
All of a sudden, he understood what was going on.
Master Hank just... didn't want Miss Martin to be afraid of him because of these things and stay away from him.
Hank asked, "How are those people?" "Maggie and Dominic are both in jail... Diana... has been disposed of," said the man in a low voice.
Hank's eyes were cold. "It's good to clean it up."