Lita paced back and forth restlessly in her own room.
"What's wrong with me this time?"
She was telling the truth, "Am I still unable to let go of that man?"
Lita! Couldn't you be so shy?
"You have drawn a clear line with that man. Why are you so nervous about that man? Are you afraid of him?"
No matter how hard he tried, he was still in a mess! Lita could no longer calm her mind!
Just as he was about to lie on the bed and force himself to sleep, the sound of a knock on the door disrupted Lita's peace of mind.
"Dear mommy, open the door. It's yours."
There was his son Lin's baby voice outside the door.
Under normal circumstances, when Lita returned to her room, she would lock her door. After all, he and his foster sons were all big men, and necessary precautions were necessary.
Fortunately, the river Soldiers Camp was not the kind of man who was low-class. He had never been sad for a little woman like Lita. It could be considered as the style of a ruthless person of his generation.
Perhaps in the river bank's view, Lita was foster son 15th's 'chicken bottle mother'. After the fifteenth child's milk broke, it would become dispensable.
Of course, if Lita could take Xavier back to his river bank on her own initiative, he would not be short of a meal for her.
In addition, under normal circumstances, Lita would reduce her presence by the least. She rarely took the initiative to appear in front of the river bank and his adopted son.
"Lin."
After opening the door, Lita had an especially sentimental feeling as she carried her son into her embrace.
After a moment of tenderness between the mother and son, Lita asked, "Why didn't you go to sleep with your adoptive father tonight?"
"Lin, just want to sleep with your mommy!"
While answering Lita's question, the little fellow climbed up the bed while wheezing.
Lita did not continue to ask about this topic. Instead, she climbed to the corner of her stomach and lay down on her son's side.
She gently caressed her son's fat face like a baby: long eyelashes, clear and almost pure eyes, a tall and straight nose, clear and distinct lips shape...
Well, his handsome son, Lin, was a little closer to the man's look.
The little girl played with the old buttons on Lita's pajamas and pretended to have sex in front of the snow from time to time, as if she wanted to be loved.
"Mommy, what do you mean by 'life is hopeless'?"
After a little meditation for a while, the little fellow suddenly asked this sentence. These four words had lingered in the little fellow's heart for a long time, because this was the words that her biological father Alex was locked into the small black house.
Lita took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her son's forehead.
"Don't listen to your father's nonsense... or maybe your father is just trying to find a lover who wants to fight with your adoptive father!"
Lita didn't explain to Lin the true meaning of 'life without love'. She didn't want her own son to be in danger of fighting with Bing Alex in the river bank again.
No matter what kind of fierce battles Alex had with Henry, Lita did not want to see her son, Lin, get hurt.
Actually, Lita understood this in her heart: Alex and Henry's grudges and grudges could not be resolved. Her son and her would still only be used as bargaining chips for Alex, or as hostages.
But one thing was certain: The river storage should no longer hurt his son, Lin.
The little girl was silent for a while. "But Alex has been locked up in the little black house by my adoptive father."
From the crystal clear eyes of the little fellow, it was not difficult to find that the faint love of Alex, who was close to his biological father, and whose blood was thicker than water.
The little fellow had stayed in that small black house before. Although it was only occasionally once or twice, it was enough for the little fellow to remember it in her heart.
For a child, darkness was undoubtedly a fear.
Therefore, Lin sympathized with his own father, Alex.
"Don't worry. It won't be until dawn, or your father will be taken out by others!"
In Lita's opinion, Alex's arrival as a prisoner at the river bank was just taking advantage of the opportunity to play barehanded with the river bank, or perhaps he wanted to go up to the river bank ruthlessly for a while.
"After dawn... will Alex leave?"
It seemed that the little girl was still reluctant to part with him.
It was not like the Selmy Family, where he and his mother were just outsiders rejected by others. Now, in the Shallow Waters Bay, the little fellow felt that she could be a little host, and she could be a little more influential!
"I think he will."
Lita's answer was also ambiguous, because she didn't know: before dawn, did anyone come to the Shallow Water Bay to take him away?
"Lin, go to sleep. Tomorrow, mommy will persuade your adoptive father to take us back to Fort Pete..."
For Lita and her son, Castle was actually a relatively freer and more loose prison. But now, Lita seemed to have no choice. She could only take one step at a time.
At least, by persuading the Henry to leave Lisbon, they could avoid killing each other with Alex.
"Lin, I don't want to go back to Payt Castle! Mommy can't go back either!"
The little fellow said quite decisively.
"Why, why? So... Where does Lin want to go?"
Lita couldn't help but feel startled.
"Stay here!"
The little fellow emphasized in a loud and powerful voice.
"Stay behind?"
Lita was truly startled. She truly did not expect that even though her son, Lin, had suffered such a great injury, he still wanted to stay in Lisbon.
"Why did Lin want to stay in Lisbon? Because... because your father is in Lisbon?"
Lita didn't want to ask so bluntly, but she still asked.
The little fellow was silent for a while.
"Mommy, I'm not trying to reconcile with Alex, that bastard... I think it's pretty nice here."
Her son's small-minded words caused Lita to feel a wave of heartache. She fiercely bit down on her lips, not allowing herself to sob in front of her son.
"Lin, go to sleep. After a few days, mommy will take you to a new life. Maybe we can find a new father who is good to both you and me!"
"No way! I don't need a father! I don't need a father! I don't want a father or a stepfather! It's enough for me to have an adopted father!"
After a few words, the little fellow snuggled up in her mommy's arms and stopped talking.
"I see," Roland said.
This night, Lita was almost in a state of anxiety.
She had been listening carefully to the movement in the villa, wondering whether someone would come to the Shallow Water Bay to take Alex out of the basement.
It was only at four or five o'clock in the morning that Lita finally fell asleep.
Lita was awakened by the nightmare. When she woke up, the sun was already shining on the outside.
His son, Lin, was no longer coddled.
She hurriedly got up and went to take a nap. After tidying herself up quickly, Lita went to open the door.
He happened to meet his son, Lin, who was returning to the house.
"Mommy, that bastard's father is still locked up in Little's room."
Why wasn't there a trace of sadness in the little creature's words?
"He has a tone of joy?"