Angelyl rushed from the end of the street like a gust of wind, and the tall black man who stood guard looked at her in amazement.

For a lady, it is unsightly to run wild in the streets in her pajamas.

But over the years he had become accustomed to silence, so he did not speak out to blame.

"Uncle Augie!"

Angelyl said hello and plunged headlong into the brothel, Auggie's voice coming from afar.

"Peggy is taking a nap on the second floor."

"Got it!"

Angelyl answered, and she ran briskly up the small building, then stopped at the door of Peggy's room.

She'd lived here for seven or eight years, and the door was familiar to her, but when she thought about it, she had barely ever entered Peggy's room.

The unknown is always scary, but fear doesn't come from this room.

After a long hesitation, Angelyl gently pushed the door.

In the hallway is a pair of pink slippers, which Peggy usually wears, with a slightly white upper.

Behind the entrance is a clean wooden floor, and the air is faintly breezy, and this room is very familiar.

As the gaze continues, the neat room is in full view, and everything is in its rightful place.

After thinking about it for a while, Angelil finally knew where this inexplicable familiarity came from, and it turned out that the layout of this house was almost the same as that of the old house.

Pursing her lips, Angelyl walked briskly in the direction of the snoring, and she saw Peggy lying flat on the couch with a thin blanket on her fat belly.

Peggy's mouth was wide open, yawning hard.

From her chubby side face, Angelil vaguely saw a little bit of her own shadow.

Sitting down across from Peggy, Angelyl observes her mother as she tries to connect the fat woman in front of her with the glamorous woman in the painting at home, but the two never coincide.

According to Atifa, the painting was based on Peggy's youth, and Angelyl would often point to the painting as a child.

At this point, Peggy gets impatient, and she doesn't seem to like reminiscing.

So about Peggy's story, Angelyl mostly listened to Atifa. She occasionally asks Peggy for confirmation, but her mother is always noncommittal.

As her gaze continued upward, Angelyl was surprised to find a strand of silver hair on Peggy's sideburns.

In her impression, her mother always drives away guests like chickens, and she looks so energetic all day long, she really didn't expect that such a thing as gray hair would have something to do with her.

But if you think about it, it's normal, after all, my mother gave birth to me very late, so it's not strange to have gray hair.

"Purr...... Snore. ”

The purring became strange, like Peggy was dreaming about something.

She struggled to breathe, and after changing her sleeping position, she returned to normal.

Quietly staring at the side of her mother's face, Angelyl was speculating about the wind and frost that this face had experienced, and on the other hand, she was worried that she would look like this when she was old and decrepit.

But before the thoughts could spread, the alarm clock in the house suddenly rang.

Hearing the screeching of the bell, Peggy jerks off the couch and slaps the bell back.

Angelyl was frightened again, she shrunk her head and whispered.

“...... Mom. ”

"Huh?"

Peggy opened her eyes in a daze, her face full of confusion.

"Angelil, why are you here?"

Surprised by her mother's expression, Angelyl hesitated.

"I've just returned from Mr. Oreo, and I have something to discuss with you."

Peggy yawned as she stood up, and she pulled open the cabinet under the coffee table and pulled out a stack of posters.

The posters are hand-painted by professional artists, and each one is Angelil.

Holding the poster in her hand, Peggy said.

"What's the matter?"

Angelil hesitated, but still said stubbornly.

"Mom, I still want to stay in the office for the rest of this time, and I have a big case recently, and Mr. Oreo wants me to help...... I'll also take the competition to heart, I was too naughty last time...... I'm so sorry. ”

"Angelyl."

Peggy's expression was calm, not like a precursor to a reprimand, and she stared silently into Angelyl's eyes.

"Do you like Oreo?"

The sound was softer than ever, but it was like a bolt from the blue to Angelil's ears.

She shuddered and spoke incoherently.

"No...... I...... I just love solving crimes...... It gives me a sense of accomplishment. ”

Peggy squeezed out a forced smile, and she reached out to caress Angelyl's face with an expression of indescribable grief.

"Little girls are always curious about mysterious men, and your sister is no different, but one thing I want you to know is that Oreo Pravor can't have room for a second woman in his heart."

Although the person being compared was her sister, Angelil still felt uncomfortable, and she said unconvinced.

"But ......"

Peggy clearly knew what she was going to say.

"Although the detective is full of trains, he will never lie, Atifa is definitely not dead, she just hasn't recognized you and me for some reason."

It took a long time for Angelelle to digest the news, and she said slowly.

"Mom, I still don't understand why."

Peggy was silent, and she could tell she was hesitating.

"Angelil,"

She sighed, "There's something I'm going to tell you. ”

Angelyl nodded, her expression serious.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Peggy put down the poster in her hand and sat down next to Angelyl, mother and daughter hadn't been so close in a long time.

"Your sister is not my own, she was picked up by me."

When Angelil was very young, she thought her sister's relationship with her mother was strange, and now it seems that it all makes sense.

"That's what it looks like."

It's been a long time since I've shared this past, Peggy sighed and said.

"She came from a prestigious family, but she was only the illegitimate daughter of her father, and after his father grew old, the power of the family gradually shifted, and her mother was given death, and she became an outcast."

Angelyl keenly caught a certain word, and she said in shock.

"Death?"

Knowing that she had lost her words, Peggy suddenly froze, and she looked at Angelyl with a strange look that wanted to speak and stopped.

Angelyl remembered something, it was a rumor about the palace, she said quickly.

"My sister is the younger sister of the second prince, Rhea, I'm right."

Like a deflated ball, Peggy said in disappointment.

"These ...... It's Oreo...... Is that what he said? ”

"Nope."

Angelil shook her head, "Mr. Oreo never talks about his past, I have only met His Highness Raidia, and he has a gentle attitude towards me. ”

"Redia, Your Highness."

Peggy repeats the name.

For a moment, she looked up.

"Angelil, Radia's return is no accident, maybe he returned to Turin because of your sister."

Thinking of the rumors in Turin, Angelil exclaimed.

"Mom, you mean... Sister, she actually returned to Turin a long time ago? ”

Peggy squeezed out a smile and gently stroked Angelyl's cheek.

If she had discovered that Angelelle was so smart, she wouldn't have made her a lowly prostitute.

"Angelyl, don't worry about the adults, you just need to take care of yourself. As for Oreo Plavor, go if you want to, and it's not bad to follow him to see the world...... Nothing will happen to you anyway, after all, he swore an oath. ”