Hearing me, she slightly changed her expression. "Little girl, you can't say that. You see my situation. My child is not as beautiful and smart as you. Shouldn't you rich people help us?"
What a good argument.
Despite my fear, I retorted, "You have good hands and feet. You can find a job to support your child instead of begging for money. No one owes you anything. Helping you is kind, not helping is normal. If you keep pestering us, give back the 1,000 dollars."
Hearing me, Adeline reluctantly said, "Rich people are always so petty."
Then she tried to pull Aaron away.
But Aaron stood still.
Until the moment I turned to go upstairs, I heard him say, "Mom, I want her. Find a way to get her for me."
As soon as I entered the elevator, my legs went weak, and I fell to my knees inside.
My dad was startled when he saw me like this. He quickly helped me up and anxiously asked what was wrong.
But I couldn't tell him.
In my previous life, that mentally disabled person had also said these words. It was after I had delivered supplies to the mother and son living in the basement. His eyes at that time were identical to now, filled with murderous intent and desire.