Chapter 546


    | sprang to my feet and strode quickly to the door, saying to Larkin, "Get the door."


    Only then did Larkin lower his arms. Ad gave him a side-eye glower and strutted in.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She wore a scowl as she scrutinized me from head to toe, took a couple of steps inside, and only then noticed that there were


    two men in the room.


    Her eyes narrowed sharply, her displeasure evident, "Who let you all in here, in the middle of the night? who the heck are you?


    Ain''t nobody home, how''d you get in?"


    Hannah promptly shed her badge, but before she could tuck it away, Ad snatched it out of her hand, peered at it, and still


    dissatisfied, grumbled, "What''s the police doing here at this hour?"


    | quickly gestured her in, asking her to take a seat, and asked gently, "You''re Ad from 202, right? I''ve been meaning to speak


    with you, but | knew it waste and didn''t want to disturb you."


    As the saying goes, "You can''t refuse a friendly gesture." As soon as she felt the warmth and kindness in my words, her frosty


    demeanor began to thaw noticeably.


    "What''s all this about? Is it these folks..." She didn''t finish her sentence, looking back at me, she asked, "Who are you looking for


    here?"


    "Does a woman live here with a beautiful child?" | asked earnestly.


    "Yes, indeed. Ady with a little kid does live here."


    Eagerly | pressed on, "Have you seen them? Do you know when they left?”


    "I''ve seen them, but it''s strange that they hardly ever came out. Been here two years, and | hardly saw them a handful of times.


    Kept to themselves, mostly."


    Ad was an open book, spilling every detail.


    “And | did see them twice. The woman carrying the child back from outside, and that kid was so handsome. Big eyes, a real


    darling. Just not seen much, they were always inside. As for when they left..."


    She pondered, "Exactly which day, | can''t recall. About six months ago, | saw her moving stuff out twice. | asked her what was all


    this then. And she said just junk she didn''t need. After that, | never saw them again. When they left | couldn''t say."


    "Did she move out alone?" | probed further.


    Ronan and the others were all ears, listening to her story.


    "Yes, | didn''t see anyone else." Ad eyed me, "You here looking for that woman?"


    | didn''t answer her question, instead, | continued, "No strangersing around here?"


    | was skeptical about a woman and the child living inplete istion and how could they manage.


    "If you''re talking strangers..." Ad drew out her words, then eximed, "Forgetting the most crucial person. There was


    someone. Not really a stranger, she imed to be thendlord.”


    | immediately understood she was referring to Hazel.


    Mentioning Hazel, Ad''s face twisted with distaste, "That woman''s no good, all puffed up with arrogance. Treats us around here


    like we''re beneath her. Lucky for us she doesn''t live here, or she''d cause trouble constantly.”


    "Why would you think that?" | probed, curiosity piqued. Yet, | was all too familiar with Hazel''s habit of unting her wealth.


    "One time | heard here over, and


    she was yelling at that woman, th


    kid crying. Only hepretat\snoe: the


    che wdileso loud, broke my heart.


    And that old hag was cursing


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    "Did shee around often?" | asked, then quickly added, "| mean that brash woman you mentioned."


    "She wasn''t a regr, but | got the


    feeling whenever she showed eplit\


    clog gil SAS Was always


    picking on that woman." Ad said


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    "Though | haven''t seen her aroundtely, at least not for the past six months.


    "That woman from this ce was too


    meek, kept to herself, all


    mysterious-like. Who lives li ERet?\


    Neighbor are jasuallytiehdly But


    rod hae always kept to herself


    and locked away in her room, quiet


    as a mouse. And the kid too, so


    well-behaved. Not like other kids,


    always crying. | barely heard that


    child cry." Please read the original


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    Ad had a lot to say.


    My heart ached. Was my son really that well-behaved?


    “How old was the child the first time you saw him?" | had to know.


    There were so many questions | needed answers to, especially now that | had finally met someone who had truly seen my son.