The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 490 Ch.489 The girl who saved Wells

Wells Sr. didn't know Xander.

If he were twenty years younger, he might have taken advantage of the situation, chatted with this beautiful lady who was almost overflowing with gold and well-educated, and invited her to have afternoon tea by the way——

It's a pity that he is too old.

Old, poor, and sick. I'm afraid that a pout with a strong smell can't make the frozen little Wells spend even a few seconds - that thing used to have two functions, but now it has only one.

It is sad for a man to live in such a condition.

Old Wells was aware of his sorrow, so he longed to use a 'painless' way: cold, to solve his painful life - and at the same time, when he got there, he could also explain that he did not commit suicide, but accidentally froze to death. Outside…

The premise is that he can really go to heaven.

"I, ahem, I don't know you... Miss." Old Wells squinted his eyes, and the bright sun pierced the two pustules in his eye sockets. When it passed through the girl, she exposed a trace of ashes. The hair turned light blonde.

"I don't... know you."

He remained as humble as possible, bending his screaming waist under the scrutiny of his servants.

then.

He was supported by the girl wrapped in a hazy and sweet scent.

personally.

She wore a pair of deerskin gloves that were not too thin, but were obviously custom-made: different from the ones in the store, the pair had extra flower fringes sewn on them and a golden coat of arms.

"But I know you, Mr. Wells."

The girl's eyes were firm, coupled with her young, innocent face and the rising sun behind her, for a moment, Old Wells thought that everything in the near future was just a dream.

He is still the rich man.

"I know you." She helped the old man up and followed the proper etiquette unhurriedly: "Good day, Mr. John Wells. I am Xander Collins, the person with the same surname and surname that you once helped. A woman who is not prominent but definitely knows how to be grateful.”

Old Wells was stunned.

he…

Have you ever helped such a beautiful person?

when?

This face of hers... could it be her mother?

"In church, Mr. Wells. A few years ago, you often went to church. Every Sunday, I can hear your pious footsteps and prayers."

Xander asked the coachman to hold his other side, and the two of them held him like this.

Talk as you walk.

"Do you still remember? Every time you come to church, you have to carry a pocket full of candies and scatter them to the children, whether they are saint boys or newsboys - you, regardless of high or low, give every child every week Taste sweetness for once.”

"Do you remember?"

Old Wells suddenly understood.

Indeed he is.

In the past few years, he still had money.

That's exactly what he did.

——But Xiandel's words made him feel a little guilty: because it was not intentional, and he himself had never thought about "let all the children taste sweetness"... It just happened to bring candy once, and it was affirmed by the priests. Other business Compliments from partners.

He did this all the days that followed.

——It won’t cost much anyway.

But Xander's words made him feel guilty.

"He said: Do good deeds, whether you have mercy or not. Mr. Wells, no matter what you think, I did grab three pieces of candy that day..." Xander tightened his forearm, which was as thin as a curtain rod: "It was those few pieces of candy that allowed my mother to survive the hunger and cold..."

Having said this, Xander lowered his head and smiled a few times in embarrassment: "Don't blame me, sir. I took advantage of my childhood height and beat up a few children and took away all the candy bars - that was enough to last me a long time. ”

Wells moved his lips.

Breathing out insufficient heat.

"...May the Father of All Things bless you...and your mother." He didn't know what to say, so he could only greet him as usual: "Is your mother okay?"

Xander paused for a moment.

"She died three years ago."

"...I'm sorry."

"No, you shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Wells."

Xander shook his head, and the golden sunlight hit the side of her face. Even the most cloudy eyes could see the slender down on the girl's undulating outline:

"I have to thank you. Without your kindness, I am afraid that my mother would have returned to the embrace of Father God early - she stayed with me for many more years and gave me the love that every child should have from his parents."

Every move of the girl exudes vitality towards the old man who is as dead as a tree beside her, like a cloud filled with spring water arriving at the place where it has agreed to crack.

"She passed away peacefully and without any regrets. Mr. Wells, I have been working abroad before and only recently returned to London - it took me a lot of time to find you."

She playfully wanted to jump up a few times, but with Old Wells on her arm, she could only let out her voice to have fun first.

"You've been waiting for me too!"

she said.

"I asked about the regretful and sad past events that happened to you - Mr. Wells, I...I actually cried secretly."

She said this, making Old Wells even more ashamed.

"...That, that's a decision...a decision..."

He didn't want to admit his failure, saying he was desperate because of greed - 'decision' sounded more professional, as if he could be rich again.

The girl smiled and did not continue.

soon.

They arrived at the old Wells' rented home.

A small, damp and cold brick house.

There are fireplaces and pots here, but no firewood or coal. The ground is full of wine bottles. In the ashes and the scraps of garbage, some black insects that are faster than the old gourd can fire are flying around.

They disappear in the blink of an eye.

And when Shandel's boots step on them.

They are just like the old gourd and another gourd boasting about their "greatness", they exploded and crawled everywhere.

Wells closed his eyes silently.

Waiting for the screams, scolding, and disgusted eyes that are about to appear.

He didn't want to accept such eyes anymore.

He has suffered since the day he went bankrupt, and now he has had enough.

He was going to die anyway.

He didn't want the last girl who treated him kindly to become desperate for him——

But he didn't hear it.

There was no scream.

The rustling sound was the sound of her rummaging through the garbage.

Old Wells opened his eyes and was surprised to find that she and the coachman actually squatted down, regardless of the black mud on their skirts and the number of bugs crawling over the expensive fabrics.

Just squatted down, and then used the expensive gloves to flip them, push them, and try to gather them together.

"Miss Collins--"

The girl squatting on the ground turned her head and raised her chin. That smile might be the most sincere smile Wells had ever seen in his life-a smile that could only be seen when you were in hell, a smile that truly saved the soul.

"Don't worry, sir."

Her voice was cheerful.

"Am I spoiled? Your sugar saved my mother... sir."

She said.

"Now, it's my turn to save you."