Aurelia froze. The hand before her was fair and supple, unlike the many pairs of rough ones she had seen in the basement.
It felt like there was a halo around the owner of the hand. She was beautiful and gentle, but there was a sense of determination in her gaze. It made people want to get closer to her.
It was just that Aurelia knew that “people like her” could not dirty a hand so clean. She looked down, took a deep breath, and stood up on her own.
Cordelia took the initiative to hold her hand.
Aurelia’s heart felt like something poked it as she looked at Cordelia in a daze. After some time, she asked, “Y-You believe me? ‘People like me’ do everything from tricking to stealing. I might be acting.”
Cordelia chuckled and tucked her hair by her ear.
“You don’t know how to act. But we actually have an award-winning actor here. You can ask him about acting skills. Who knows? You may be able to use it the next time you encounter the police.”
Aurelia paused before a giggle escaped her.
Neil looked over and shook his head weakly.
“Cordelia, cut the crap with her! She’s—”
“Regardless, Fredric might have really died on the street without her.” Cordelia shot him a look. “It’s more of a scare this time, and Ms. Chilton has her reasons. Stop blaming her.”
Aurelia looked at Cordelia gratefully and smiled. She bowed at her and was going to leave but seemed to think of something and ran back to her to open the box and show her.
“This is all the money I have,” Aurelia said seriously. “I wanted to pay for Fredric’s hospital bill, but you all look rich. I don’t think you’ll need this anymore, so I’ll take it back… I just want to say that this money is clean.
“My background isn’t the greatest, but I’ve never done anything illegal. I spend my time with the nomads, and we sing and dance at the square. The tourists tip us. Because we attract the tourists, the patrolling police don’t find fault with us as long as we don’t do anything drastic…
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