(Dear readers, in line with the personality of personal obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism, the end of the previous chapter has been slightly modified, so for the sake of plot coherence, please read the end of chapter 51 before reading this chapter, I apologize for the inconvenience caused to your reading, and Yiwu bows at 90°.) Here, I would like to thank all those who like my book. ）

Once again, Mr. Bader proved to be very skillful, and by the afternoon of the next day he had already brought good news.

"Nik Cameron is now in an orphanage in London." At that time, we were already on the plane to London, and Mr. Bader himself saw me there, and I was ashamed of the thoughtfulness and meticulousness with which I could not help but be ashamed.

"The child's parents have died, and the only guardian died a few days ago," he said, sitting on the couch across from me, his brow a little heavy, "so the London orphanage applied to adopt him." ”

The plane landed in a continuous drizzle, and I was so nervous after a few hours of flying that I couldn't help but panic at the moment when I saw no one in my nerves.

The early summer is the most charming time of the country, but I no longer have the view outside the window.

In the London orphanage, a slightly blessed lady, Mrs. Brownie, learned of our visit and enthusiastically guided us.

"This kid has been here for three days," said Mrs. Bronny, as she led us through the corridors, with some concern, "and he is very withdrawn, and does not want to talk, much less to play with other children, and sits outside on the hillside all day, asking him nothing...... Well, there it is......"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and on the wide slope behind the orphanage, four or five little boys were already scuffling.

We hurried closer and found a slightly emaciated boy in black fighting with the other four, surrounded by four men, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he did not show weakness at all, and fought back frantically, like an enraged little beast. It's a pity that the other party has a lot of people after all, and under the ferocious joint fight of the four, the boy in black gradually struggled.

Seeing this, Mrs. Brownie quickly stepped forward to stop her.

"Riley, don't bully the new kids!" Mrs. Brownie struggled to pull a slightly stronger boy away from the warband, while the others continued to fight together.

A boy with a slight advantage in stature saw the opportunity to punch the boy in black in the face, and said fiercely: "If you are not obedient, you dare to let us go, let you see our power today!" ”

Hearing this, the boy who was pulled away also pounced.

Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Mrs. Brownie couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "If you continue to fight, you will be punished today!" ”

The four of them had to reluctantly stop when they heard the sound, but the boy in black who was beaten turned a deaf ear and still frantically pounced on them to fight.

“Nik！ Stop it! Mrs. Bronny grabbed him, but the boy was mad, and he broke free from his restraints, and his eyes showed a terrible cruelty.

He's Nik?!

My heart tightened, and I hurriedly stepped forward to grab him, "Nik, don't hit Nik......"

When the boy heard this, he stopped struggling slightly, and looked at me coldly and slightly hostilely, and the determination in his eyes stung me for a moment, and my heart ached, and he took the opportunity to shake off the clamps, and ran away without saying a word.

“Nik！” Mrs. Brownie shouted.

"I'll chase it." I pressed her down and chased in the direction the boy had left.

On a slightly higher green meadow, the boy sat alone in the drizzling rain, looking at the sky, his eyes were too cold and there seemed to be wounds, but there were no tears.

It is conceivable that an 11-year-old child whose loved ones have left has gone through these days, starvation, and verbal abuse. Perhaps, it was the warmth and coldness of these days that made him forget the right of a child to cry.

I slowly walked up to him and knelt down on one knee, trying to reach out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he raised his hand without hesitation.

I smiled at him and said softly, "Nik, you're hurt, my sister will take you to clean the wound, okay?" ”

He ignored me and tilted his head to one side resolutely.

"What a stubborn little beast, how can others like you like you?" Still smiling, I said patiently.

"Go away, I don't need to be liked!"

"Finally spoke," I smiled, deliberately teasing him, "though the tone was still unpleasant." ”

He glared at me, clearly enraged.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, I was a child after all.

"Nik, have you ever thought about how Bella would feel if she loved you?" The mention of Bella makes my heart sour, but it is because of this that it is my duty to give warmth to this cold little beast and do my best.

"She must have taught you to be a kind and sensible child, right?"

Nik was visibly stunned, "You...... Why is it ......"

I smiled, "You ask me why I met Bella, right?" Because she also took care of me for many years, just like my grandmother, we spent a lot of time together and had a great time. After a pause, I whispered to the stunned Nik, "My name is Ruori." ”

"Are you ......," Nik was surprised, "You're Ruori-sama?" Grandma, she mentioned you......"

"Really?" I smiled softly, reached out and touched his cheek, caressing a shallow bruise, but fortunately, he didn't refuse this time, "Bella also told me about you, and I can see that she really loves you, Nik." ”

His eyes were red, and the stubborn boy's voice was a little crying, "But...... But Grandma, she's ......."

"Don't be sad," I barely held back my smile and said softly, "Bella's greatest wish is that I hope you can live happily and happily," I looked at his tear-stained face, and said softly and solemnly, "Nik, please let Sister Ruori take care of you, okay?" ”

He lifted his little tear-stained face, momentarily stunned.

I looked at him softly and patiently, believing that the sincerity in my eyes would eventually influence the boy who wrapped me in determination, even if I couldn't do it now, but I would persevere.

Syllable. Tears fell down.

After being stunned, the cold little beast finally shed its disguise and threw itself into my arms and cried.

"Sister Ruori ......"

I had never been so sad by a person's call, and I hugged him as if to comfort another self who had few relatives. Since then, between heaven and earth, it has been difficult, but he has also identified the companionship that depends on him.

Holding Nik by the hand, Mr. Bader told me with a smile that he had agreed with Mrs. Bronny, and that I would be able to adopt him as his legal guardian as soon as I took him to the Dean and completed the necessary formalities.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart for Mr. Beddle's thoughtfulness, and I was truly grateful: "Thank you, really, very much for what you have done. ”

Bedell smiled heartily, "Why be polite, just Ruori, where are you going to go next?" ”

I looked at Nik and smiled, "I guess I live in the UK, he may not be used to a different environment, and language is also a problem." ”

Bedel nodded, "It's okay, Zosi's power in Europe is relatively weak, and it's safe for you to hide here, but I think it's better not to stay in London, it's too eye-catching here." ”

I bowed, "Don't worry, I'll take him to a relatively remote town." ”

"This," Beder pulled out a check and handed it to me, "please don't say no. ”

"No," I subconsciously refused, "I've caused you too much trouble. ”

He smiled lightly, "Even if you really don't need to, what about Nik?" You didn't have any money with you when you escaped from Furmings' house, did you intend to make him hungry tonight? ”

"This ......," Bedel's words really hit the nail on the head, for it was true that I could go hungry for two or even three days until I got a job, but I couldn't let Nik sleep on the streets with me.

In a moment's hesitation, Beder had already slipped the check into my hand, and I was most grateful.

I sincerely said, "Thank you. ”

He chuckled: "There have been too many times to thank you in the past half a day, I said that you are welcome, but, are you sure you don't need me to send you to a certain town?" ”

I declined his kindness, "No, we can." ”

"Okay, take care." Bedell nodded, turning to leave.

"Please wait a minute." Seeing him leave like this, I was anxious and called him to stop.

He turned around, confused.

"Forgive me, Mr. Bader, for my presumptuousness and rudeness," I hesitated, "why did you not mention anything about saving me from the beginning to the end, are you ......?"

He laughed, "Ruori wants to say, didn't I save you with selfish intentions?" ”

I bowed my head and had to admit, "I'm sorry. ”

"Didn't Ruori already guess this?" He didn't answer, but said something strange, "Or maybe when we first met earlier, Ruori already saw the clues, didn't he?" ”

I was a little surprised, "So, you really helped me escape from the ...... controlled by Zosi because you wanted to facilitate Miss Badel's marriage to Zorsi."

He didn't say anything, just smiled lightly, but there was no need for more explicit acknowledgment.

Immediately, he turned around and left the last sentence.

"Please let me know when you have settled down."

I hung my head, the ring on my left hand glowing in the drizzle.

It's a symbol of the power of the Folkmins family to be in charge for generations, and with it, you don't have to do anything, you already have control of at least half of the Folmins family's business.

Wrap your right hand over the ring, take it off and put it in your pocket.

Since then, the world has been glitzy and has nothing to do with me.