“You’ve got some guts to be roaming the streets like this, huh? Do you know you’re like a big juicy steak to those people? They could rip even your underwear off you with your outfit!”
Neil paused and could not help chuckling.
“Is it so serious?”
Aurelia looked dead serious. “Isn’t Fredric’s encounter enough for you to keep your guard up?”
“But it was nighttime when that happened to him—”
“Uncle.” The girl crossed her arms in front of herself. “Nobody cares if it’s day or night when they commit crimes on this street!”
“What!?” Neil was in disbelief.
He was not shocked about the crimes, but the term of address she had chosen—“uncle”!
Uncle!?
What did she address Fredric? Fredric!
What? Did he look so old to her that she had to call him uncle?
Neil’s gaze darkened significantly as he tightened his fists.
Aurelia observed his expression carefully and noted that he seemed upset. True, it would be weird if he was happy when an affluent man like him was in the slums!
She scratched her head and asked softly, “Uncle, are you here for me today? Fredric’s okay, right?
“I… I know that I was in the wrong. I shouldn’t have kept him in the basement for days, but I’ve saved his life at least. You won’t insist on blaming me, right?
“Uncle…” Aurelia pouted, looking pitiful. “I really have no money if you want compensation from me… But I can work if you want. I can do anything. Just as long as you don’t report me to the police. I… If I get deported, I really don’t know where to go!”
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