The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2112


    Chapter 2112 Cameron took a sip from the porridge and replied, “It‘s true. There are only this many


    people in this fishing vige. The youngsters have all left the Eastern Inds, and those that stayed


    behind are old people. A very small number of middle–aged people refuse to leave because of their


    parents, so they stay on the inds to do fishing business.” The olddy nodded and sighed. “Most of


    us in the vige are poor illegal immigrants from Eurasia. If it hadn‘t been for Mr. Southern Sr. to take


    us to the inds and allow the men in the vige the opportunity to work in the fishing business so that


    we could earn some money to support our families, we wouldn‘t know where we would be now.”


    The olddy had a son and daughter too, but they were working in Eurasia and woulde back to


    visit them from time to time. However, they were old. They couldn‘t go so far with their son and


    daughter anymore, so they had to stay on the Eastern Inds.


    Waylon looked at Cameron but did not say anything. After Cameron finished her porridge, she asked,


    “Can I have another one, madam? Your porridge tastes so sweet.”


    The olddy chuckled and replied, “Sure. I‘ll go get one more portion for you.”


    The olddy was friendly. Perhaps she was too lonely, so she was happy when she had guests. When


    Cameron realized that Waylon was staring at her, she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”


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    He squinted and said, “I didn‘t expect that your father would be the one who helped them here in this


    fishing vige.”


    His grandfather had told him before what kind of person Sunny was. Before he came here, he was


    skeptical about it. After all, it was very rare for someone like Sunny, who was an influential figure in the


    underworld, to bepassionate.


    She clicked her tongue and said, “My father is a kind–hearted man. He values friendship and loyalty


    over everything else. If not, why would he keep an eye closed toward The Serpents‘ action?”


    Waylon chuckled. “It seems to me that you don‘t like the way he handles The Serpents very much.”


    “He‘s old and has grown soft. I‘ve told him before that if he wants to b?generous to other people, the


    first thing he has to make sure of is that the person will appreciate it. Benevolence is a breeding ground


    for wild ambition, and The Serpents are the best example.” After that, she added, “But he‘s my father,


    so I don‘t me him for being soft. It‘s just that as long as I‘m here, no one will be able to take


    advantage of the Southern n.”


    Waylon pressed his lips thin.


    She was even wiser than she looked.


    Perhaps Sunny thought the same way she did in the past. It was just that he was already old. He did


    not want to fight for those useless things anymore, and he wanted to have peace. Just like his great–


    grandfather, who once valued nothing more than his own interests.


    However, after spending most of his life trying to get the things he wanted to do, he felt more and more


    indebted to the people around him and wanted to make up for it in the time he had left. The olddy


    brought the porridge out of the kitchen. Cameron rose to her feet and took over the porridge. “Thank


    you very much. Your porridge tastes really good.”


    The olddy said, “I still have some more in the kitchen. If you still want some more, you can go inside


    and get it yourself.” She looked outside and continued. “The rain has stopped, so I have to go back to


    work.” After that, she walked into the courtyard. Cameron turned her head around and saw that Waylon


    hadn‘t touched his porridge yet. She asked, “What‘s wrong? Are you still full from the canned foodst


    night?”


    “No...”


    He touched the table, and Cameron instantly saw the light. “You should be grateful that you have


    something to eat now, Mr. Goldmann.”


    After the rain stopped, the entire ind seemed to have been cleansed. The sky was clear, and even


    the air was infused with the smell of mud and trees.


    Sunny was inside his study and seemed worried. He couldn‘t read anything from the newspaper, so he


    took down his sses and massaged his nose.


    The butler came into the study with his lunch and said, “Mr. Southern Sr., you should eat something.”


    “Just put it over there,” he replied tiredly. The butler put the food to one side and said, “I‘m sure Mr.


    Southern and Mr. Goldmann are good people. I‘m sure they‘lle back safely.”