Chapter 1963


    Persephone paused. The group of young boys running around,ughing and ying, all seemed about


    eight or nine years old—undoubtedly the most irritating age group.


    However, when they saw her, they blinked theirrge eyes and smiled. Their crystal-clear gazes eased


    Persephone''s guard.


    "Don''t chase them away." She turned to the bodyguards. "They''re just kids. Why bother about it so


    much?"


    "But..."


    "This is a neighborhood, not our own home! Let them y. They''ll leave on their own in a while. No


    need for fuss."


    The two bodyguards exchanged looks, nodded helplessly, and turned back to the room.


    As Persephone leaned against the railing, she found herself a bit envious of these kids.


    Seeing them made her reminisce about her childhood. Except, her childhood was never as carefree as


    theirs.


    Hamerton Manor was enormous, pce-like, but no matter how vast a ce, it was always smaller


    than the sky.


    She was like a little bird yearning for the outside world, wanting to soar high and break free from the


    constraints of her family. Yet, she forgot that only the Hamertons could protect her properly.


    Persephone sighed and was about to head back to her room when she heard the sound of airsoft guns.


    Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively nced toward the boys'' direction. They had used the


    airsoft guns to shoot two letters onto the wall—"OK".


    Persephone''s eyes widened.


    The boys waved at her, smiling, and pointed at the wall. One of them even raised a pair of boxing


    gloves!


    Persephone''s heart raced in an instant. She looked around and confirmed the boys were indeed


    waving at her, showing her the boxing gloves, and spelling out "OK" on the wall to her.


    She covered her mouth, her mind nk. The boys had already run off by the time she snapped out of


    it.


    Upon hearing the airsoft guns, the bodyguards rushed over and anxiously inquired about the situation.


    "Miss, it must be those kids with the airsoft guns, right?" one of the bodyguards grumbled.


    "These boys probably can''t afford school and always cause trouble on the streets. They''re really


    annoying!


    "Miss, were you scared just now?


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    "Although airsoft guns aren''t like real firearms, they still have a certain degree of impact.


    Next time these boys cause trouble, don''t stop us from driving them away!"


    Persephone was so nervous her breathing became erratic. She didn''t absorb a single word


    they said. Her mind was full of that "OK" and the pair of boxing gloves.


    Had Morpheus sent those boys? Was he trying to let her know he was doing fine and slowly recovering


    through them?


    Yet, how did he know where she lived...


    This barrage of questions left Persephone''s already confused mind even more chaotic.


    Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind her, "Miss, what are you doing standing here?"


    Persephone jumped in fright. She swiftly turned around and saw Seamus staring straight at her.


    "Seamus..." Persephone refocused, suppressing her racing heartbeat. "Seamus, are you... feeling


    better?"


    Seamus remained silent, walking directly to her side. The balcony wasn''t spacious. Still, there was


    always some distance between them when they stood together.


    In a while, distant thunder rumbled.