When There Is Nothing Left But Love

In the old classroom, there were about more than ten children of different ages lining up in two rows. All of them were dressed in the same type of white hospital gown. Apart from feeling anxious due to the arrival of the strangers, they looked clean without any visible wounds. Based on my observation, there were no physical signs which implied that they had gone through a traumatic experience.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I was thankful that none of the children was in a pathetic state as imagined by me earlier.

Ashton stepped onto the stage and glanced at them before he asked Joseph, “Have you done a background check for all of them?”

Joseph replied respectfully, “Yes, most of the children’s information is well kept in the orphanage of M Country, except for these children. Basically, there isn’t any record for them. Thus, they are sent here temporarily.”

Ashton did not really react to his words. Squinting his eyes, his mind drifted into contemplation.

On the instant, the whole classroom was in pin-drop silence. At the moment, only the heavy panting of the children due to their anxiety was still audible.

Audrey was excited as it was her first time seeing many children at the same time. When Ashton was still deep in his thought, she took the chance to squeeze out from my back and walked toward them.

I was not in

reacted fast and moved forward instantaneously. Grabbing hold of Audrey’s hand, he accompanied her to inspect all

row were about Drew’s age. Since they were younger, they looked a bit shy and timid. Audrey just roughly browsed through the first row before

of a boy whose body

she took out a

boy was indifferent and did not

to me. However, when I took a closer look at him, the sense of familiarity was gone. My heart

the fittest could survive. He must be in the so-called lower level of society and ended up as the victim of bully. That was why he appeared to be a lot thinner

relieved that Audrey

lollipop from Audrey, I encouraged him

nod shyly at me to express his gratitude. Out of my expectation, he only raised his head and gazed at me. I was impressed by the unusual calmness in his pair of eyes. He was apparently more matured than the other boys of the same age. I presumed that he must have gone through a lot all this while and had

gazing at me placidly for a few seconds, he shifted his gaze away. The next moment, he raised his