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"Huaaa... Hisk... Huaaa..." The sound of sobs echoed through the Williams family's large mansion, the sparrows perched in the trees flying about as if disturbed by the sound.
Once again, a hic... hic sounded from the stairs. A little girl appeared standing there with her puffy eyes, "Mom... hic," she complained.
Not long after, footsteps were heard from the kitchen. Then, a beautiful woman appeared, holding a cup of hot coffee.
"Via, what's wrong, honey?" she asked, placing the hot coffee on the table with a slight thump that caused a little of the black liquid to spill from the cup's rim.
"Via... What's wrong, honey?" she asked again in a worried tone. The woman approached the little girl
who was still standing near the white stairs, holding a teddy bear and a wilted flower in her hands.
Tears still welled up in the little girl's puffy eyes. She stretched out her tiny hand, holding the wilted flower in front of the woman, as if asking, "Why did it wilt?"
The woman leaned forward. Her eyebrows furrowed, her gaze shifting from her daughter's puffy face to the wilted flower in her tiny hand, then back to her daughter's face again. A frown appeared on her forehead. "What's wrong, honey?" " she asked again, lovingly stroking the top of the little girl's head.
Via, who found her mother lovingly stroking her hair, cried again, "Sigh... Mommy, the flowers... the flowers are dead," she said sadly.
Well, the little girl was Via, and that beautiful woman was Angel (remember that?).
After Via's kidnapping, their extended family never left the little girl alone for a second. Even if they had their own affairs, they were required to have two or three adults look after her.
Angel, finding her daughter crying again, pulled her into a tight hug. "It's okay, honey, we'll buy some later," she said, stroking her little back.
Via, hearing her, shook her head, "No, Via wants these," she released her hug and showed her the dried or dead flowers.
Angel, hearing these words, turned to her daughter and said, "Via, honey, it's okay, I'll tell you to buy the exact same ones later," she replied, hugging her daughter tightly.
β α΄ΚΚ Κα΄α΄α΄Κ... β
Here Mathius was, standing in front of a flower shop filled with piles of fresh flowers, ready to buy his little sister's order.
He stepped into the shop and stood in front of the flower seller.
"Excuse me, I'd like to buy some roses," Mathius said.
The florist fell silent; she was dressed entirely in black, concealing her entire body.
Seeing the black-clad florist, Mathius became suspicious. But he continued buying flowers.
The suspicious florist smiled faintly and asked, "How many would you like, sis?"
Mathius answered, "One bouquet of roses." The vendor simply nodded and began placing his order.
The order was soon complete. He then handed the bouquet to the young man in front of him. Mathius, who saw it, accepted it and asked the price, but the florist said it was free because it was celebrating his one hundredth customer's birthday on the same day. Mathius was surprised but wasted no time in leaving.
The flower seller, who felt his customer had left, now sat there taking a deep breath as he looked towards the door where the man had left. "I'm coming Geo," he sang.