Daisie was sitting on the long bench with her back leaned against the ceiling-to-floor window, looking sad
and forlorn.
When Nolan rushed over, he saw the wound on her knees and frowned.
He walked over to her and placed his hand on the top of her head.
Daisie raised her head, and her big, pretty eyes were filled with tears to the brim.
Nolan wiped the tears off and grabbed her into his arms. “Dad, bahh…” Daisie couldn’t hold herself
anymore and cried out loud. Nolan patted her head gently to comfort her. When they were on their way
back in the car, Daisie leaned against Nolan and fell
asleep.
Quincy looked at her through the rear mirror and sighed. “Ms. Daisie is going tobe sad for a long time.”
The westbound sun cast its light through the car window. Nolan tilted his head and looked at the little girl
who had cried herself to sleep beside him. “She’s young. I’m sure she will forget about him after some
time when she gets more new friends.”
Quincy did not say anything. When they returned to the hotel, Nolan carried her into the room. He put her
on the bed and tucked her into the sheet gently so that he wouldn’t wake her up.
It was only after Nolan had left that Daisie opened her eyes. She turned around to look outside through
the window and mumbled, “Liar.” A drop of tear fell on the pillow.
At night, Nolan sat inside the study room, taking drags of his cigarette, one after the other. When Quincy
came in, the first thing he saw was the heap of cigarette stubs in the ashtray. “Mr. Goldmann, should I
give these materials to Elder Master Clifford?”
Nolan dropped the cigarette ash on the ashtray and said, “Yeah. This is something that he should know.”
Quincy lowered his head. “I wonder if he can take it or not. After all, he has been under the impression
that the Knowles are the murderers all this time.”
Nolan chuckled hoarsely and snubbed out the cigarette on the ashtray, “Most of the truths are cruel,
right?”
Quincy pouted and did not say anything.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked carefully, “Mr. Goldmann, can I ask you a question? Why
do you dislike Noilace so much?” Nolan leaned against the back of the chair and lifted his head to look at
the ceiling. After a long while, he parted his thin lips and said, “Do you still remember that he was
abducted two years ago?”
Quincy nodded. “Yeah. I remember.”
After all, he was the one who had investigated it, but he didn’t understand what it had to do with that.
Nolan’s face turned solemn as he looked at Quincy. “It was Noilace who killed those kidnappers.”
Quincy was taken aback. “W-What? He was only 6 years old two years ago. How could he?”
Nolan rose to his feet and walked to the window. He looked at the night scenery of the city and
continued. “I’ve looked into the kidnappers’ cause of death, and I found out that all of them died of
poisoning. If someone had stepped in and saved Noilace, there should have been a fight, but there were
no traces of a fight at the scene. Besides, he only poisoned the people around him when they let their
guards down.”
After he finished speaking, he turned around to look at Quincy. “Do you think a few adults would keep
their guards up in front of a kid?”
Quincy still found it hard to believe.
Noilace had just been a 6-year-old kid when they kidnapped him, so of course, they did not feel the need
to keep their guards up against a kid because they did not think a little kid like him was capable of
anything.
However, it was this 6-year-old little boy who had poisoned them. Most of the kids at his age were still
protected by their parents. They didn’t even know what poison was, much less think of using it to harm
people.
Quincy suddenly thought of something and asked again, “Since he had run away after poisoning those
kidnappers, why did he stay in the slum for another month?”
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