Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109 

“How pitiful!” He sighed. 

The hired driver found it funny and asked, “Who’s pitiful?” 

Adrian pointed at the man in front. “That uncle is so young and he’s already using a cane, like an old grandpa.” 

The driver took a look and said, “I reckon he’s a lame man.’ 

“I can tell. That’s why I said he is pitiful. He is about the same height as my dad. My dad is amazing. He can kill a tiger with a single blow!” 

“Hahaha, kid, don’t exaggerate when showing off! Nowadays, when we see tigers, we will be scared to the point of sh*tting or peeing our pants. Who would still dare to fight one?” 

“It’s true!” Adrian was a little angry. “You don’t believe me! When my mom returns, ask her!” The driver turned his head back to ask in curiosity, “Your mom is quite pretty. Your dad should be quite handsome too, right? Otherwise, how could you be born so good-looking?!” 

“That’s right! My dad is very handsome!” Adrian’s big eyes blinked. “However, my dad doesn’t let me tell my mom that he took off his mask…” 

Adrian stopped because he saw the man in a cane fall down. 

He frowned and muttered. “How pitiful. The lame man fell down. No one is by his side.” 

The driver took a look. “Ignore him. He’ll get up on his own.” 

“How pitiful!” Thinking of how when he or his sister fell, their mother would carry and they would be happy! 

them up 

This guy looked really pitiful! 

Therefore, he got out of the car and ran toward the lame man. 

“Good evening, Mister.” 

He ran to the lame man’s side with his short arms and legs, helping him pick up the cane, placing it back into his hands. 

and 

Conrad tried to get up with a foot but his cane fell again. He wasn’t expecting a little boy to suddenly appear and it warmed his heart. 

He looked at the little boy with his dark big, black innocent eyes. So innocent that it made him feel dirty! 

He did not know why he had such a feeling. 

“Mister?” The boy was about to get into the car again when he noticed the lame man staring at him in a daze and the cane fell to the ground again. 

Conrad stared at the little boy and asked, “Who are you?” 

The little boy stood straight. “I am…” 

He instantly shut up, remembering that his mother had instructed him not to talk and simply 

reveal himself to strangers. 

“I’m just a passerby. I saw you fall down so I came over to help.” 

Conrad stared at the little boy in silence, looking at his big black eyes, thick eyebrows, straight nose, and red lips. 

He was fair and clean, and round, like a meatball. 

However, for some reason, he found this child to be a little familiar? 

Did he meet him in a dream? 

Or did he see him in some kind of children’s magazine? 

Or was he a child star? 

“Mister, hold your cane well. Don’t fall down again.” Adrian stuffed the cane into his hands. and prepared to turn around and return to the car. 

Conrad casually grabbed his arm. “Where are your parents?”