No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 128: I Can Take You In

Not getting much out of it, Tiffany Lynch had to hastily leave. As she was leaving, she took one more glance at the direction where Hannah was headed, but this time, she failed to catch up with her.

The begging woman, who hit a jackpot from Tiffany, started counting her money as she walked away. "So lucky to find such a dolt. She just gave away eight hundred bucks. That’s enough to cover my expenses for the month."

The woman moved ahead, and a little boy followed behind her expressionlessly, footstep by footstep during her entire journey.

The woman suddenly turned around and kicked the boy behind her, swearing, "Hurry up, you slowpoke or do you really want to escape?"

The boy, who stumbled after being kicked, hung his head in silence, didn’t dare to touch the spot where he’d been kicked.

The woman was about to hit him again but was suddenly stopped by a gentle force. She subconsciously turned her head and was about to hurl abuses. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Before she could utter a word, everything went black as she was knocked out.

Hannah dropped the brick in her hand and dusted off her hands.

The boy lifted his head and found himself looking at a familiar, attractive face.

The beautiful woman from the square seemed aloof at the beginning.

Hannah looked at him, puzzled. "Why didn’t you fight back when you were hit?"

He remained silent.

She asked again, "Why didn’t you run away?"

He paused for a moment before answering, his voice hoarse, "If caught, I’ll get beaten to death."

Hannah found it hard to comprehend.

She had only saved him because the brat reminded her of herself when she was little: a tough look in his eyes. But apparently, this brat wasn’t as resourceful as she was as a child.

On their way to the police station.

Hannah found the boy too withdrawn, stiff as a piece of wood, so she couldn’t help but ask him his name.

The boy kept mum.

He acted like a little old man.

Unable to hold back, she asked again, "Why don’t you answer my questions?"

Expressionless, he replied like a grown-up, "I don’t know if you’re a bad person."

Hannah frowned. It was a funny idea. She teased him, "And you’re still walking with me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you?"

He bit his lip. His small, muddy hand rubbed against his clothes. Despite his tender age, he spoke with the maturity of someone who had seen it all. "At least it won’t get worse than it already is."

Hannah couldn’t help but poke his chubby cheek and mutter, "Little brat."

The boy retorted, "You talk way too much."

Hannah found it eerily familiar.

This was Hannah’s second visit to the police station in a month.

It was only after reaching the police station that the boy seemed to drop his guard completely. He answered every question the police asked him, not as defiant as he had been in front of Hannah.

So he really did consider her a bad person?

Hannah looked at herself in the mirror, wondering how could there be such a beautiful bad person in this world?

It must be that the little brat has bad taste.

The police quickly found out about the boy’s background.

He wasn’t a local. He was tricked into coming here six months ago, and they were now trying to contact his family.

Hannah felt a rare sense of satisfaction at doing a good deed, which earned her a "Model Citizen" banner and a group photo.

The stubborn boy insisted on giving her the rewards himself and awkwardly said, "I will repay you in the future."

Hannah felt gratified. Her smile was just beginning to bloom when she heard his next comment.

The boy added, "You’re so talkative, no one will want to marry you when you’re old. I can take you in then."