Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The innocent child has food to eat...

Weisha Holi ignored the panic and fear that flashed across the young man's face, as well as the guilt and remorse he felt when he made the mistake for the first time.

This stupid, naive kid with no acting talent couldn't even hold the gun correctly. I can still feel the trembling in my waist.

It's really pitiful.

"Hang up the call!" she said in a trembling voice.

The person sitting next to the young child was obviously the mastermind of the hijacking, and he kept glancing at him with a gloomy look in his eyes.

What was in that file folder he was holding? Was it important? Was it worth leading a good child astray? He was a mature adult, yet he was acting irresponsibly, even making an innocent young person bear the blame.

Unreasonable.

"Don't be so anxious." Weisha softened her tone, speaking with the patience and tolerance of someone coaxing a seven or eight-year-old child. "I just want to know what difficulties you've encountered. Perhaps I can help you."

"What is Scott's relationship with you? What's in the file? If you tell me, maybe I can help you."

After she finished speaking, Weisha saw the conflicted and grateful expression on the young man's face as she wished.

He actually felt gratitude towards the hostages? What a lovable and sweet kid.

"Ah!" The red-haired beta suddenly uttered a hoarse and unpleasant sound, staring at him with gloomy eyes.

It was a look full of hostility and warning, as if he had done something unforgivable.

The red-haired beta gave Weisha a warning look, then turned his gaze to the young man and mouthed something.

"He's stalling for time."

The first few words should be the young man's name, which is a bit difficult to pronounce, so it cannot be confirmed.

Weisha frowned imperceptibly.

He hated men, especially beta men. Unrestrained by pheromones, they were violent and emotionally unstable, and the inferior genes stored in their bodies were exactly the same as those of alpha men.

Beta women, on the other hand, fare much better.

Stable, humble, and more likely to raise good children.

The good boy was lured into a trance, then with a guilty look on his face, he pressed the gun barrel harder against his waist. "No, you're stalling for time."

"How could that be?" Weisha responded softly, and her child's face unconsciously appeared in her mind.

His child is eighteen years old and is very well-behaved. Although he is also a beta male, he did not inherit the bad habits of his biological father and was raised well by himself.

"Enough!" Olvera struggled to utter indistinguishable words from his throat. He had lost all patience with Weisha and could not help but move forward to snatch the gun from the woman's hand and told him to drive quickly.

Seeing that she could not delay any longer, Weisha could only start the car and turn off the signal.

No one spoke in the car anymore, only the dull sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.

After Olvera snatched the gun away, I stopped reacting and leaned back to minimize my presence.

It's useless even if I turn off the signal. I have the communicator with me. It's only a matter of time before Levin catches up with me. I might as well calm down and think about how to make excuses later.

How could I hide my relationship with Levin from Mr. Horry? How could I appease Levin? And how should I treat Olvera afterwards?

Yes, maybe I will have to face another blond-haired and blue-eyed Officer Horry later.

It’s worthy of being called the Upward City. The nightlife here is so exciting, so exciting that my brain feels like it could be shot to pieces at any time.

The car was driving steadily on the road, and I saw through the window that the scenery outside was constantly receding.

When I stopped at a traffic light, I saw someone familiar from a distance. It was Levin's assistant.

It seems that the vehicle can be stopped at the next intersection.

My guess was correct.

After passing the traffic light, Mr. Horry swerved the steering wheel and drove the car into an empty parking lot. Inside the parking lot, men in black had already stood there to intercept the car.

In a dark corner, I pulled Olvera's trouser leg, sighed softly, and said to him in a very small voice: "Sorry, Olvera, I didn't plan it well..."

Olvera's breathing was a little heavy, and the hand holding the file turned white from the force, leaving several dents on the outer cover of the file bag.

Haha, if you really want to escape, just leave, and you might actually succeed. But who told you to drag me along with you to elope?

I will perfectly mess up your escape plan, hehe.

"You!" Olvera's eyes were red and he wanted to curse, but the pain and itchiness in his throat prevented him from making any more sound.

Mr. Horry stopped the car, raised his hands to either side of his head, and looked somewhat helpless. "Sir, I don't know what will happen. My advice is that if this file is important, the best time to confess is before any actual damage is done."

I remained silent, but my hand that was pulling Olvera's trouser leg began to tremble slightly.

Not far from the vehicle, Levin had already gotten out.

He came out in a hurry, wearing only simple home clothes and with messy hair.

Haha, maybe he sprayed some mint-scented perfume before going out to cover up the overly strong pheromone smell.

When I think of this, I feel like laughing with a sense of schadenfreude.

The next second, I slapped myself in the face.

What are you laughing at, Bai Wuyong? Your life is tied to someone's waist. If you are not careful, your legs will be split apart and your head will explode.

"Mr. Horry." Levin's voice came over.

Olvera couldn't help but press the gun harder, successfully making Weisha gasp.

I know what Olvera is thinking.

This psychopath just wouldn't give in. He finally managed to escape but was intercepted, and the culprit was the omega male he hated the most.

I took a deep breath and knew it was time to really perform.

I had to express emotions with rich layers, step by step, and make the two people in the car and the person outside the car feel that I was having no choice.

So I lowered my head, and in the dark corner, my hands that were originally grabbing my trouser legs moved to my thighs.

I said to Olvera in a tone filled with guilt, helplessness, and a hint of pleading, "Olvera, let's just forget about it this time."

If you can't elope today, let's do it next time. If you continue to make trouble, it will not end well.

As for Mr. Horry, please automatically understand this as the prayer of an honest man who was forced to do bad things and whose conscience was condemned, and who no longer wants to make mistakes again.

"Once the files are returned, everything can be restored to its original state."

Returning the file bag is equivalent to you giving in on the surface. In order to maintain the face of the Scott family, Levin will not do anything to you and me, and it can also strive for opportunities next time.

And you, Mr. Horry, you should be able to see my pain and helplessness, and from my identity as a court intern, you can see my hard work, tolerance and kindness, right?

Do you understand, both of you?

If you guys keep going on, it's going to rain outside, and I have to go home and collect the clothes...

Ahem, just kidding. I was just trying to liven up the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Olvera's breathing was a little rapid, and her chest rose and fell as she frantically suppressed her emotions.

He is not good at suppressing his emotions, and he is even more impatient and prejudiced when facing omegas he dislikes.

If it weren't for his throat being unable to speak, Olvera would have humiliated the hostages continuously.

Mr. Horry remained calm throughout the whole process, turning his gaze to me from time to time, silently asking something.

In the end, Olvera suppressed the emotions in his chest and signaled Weisha to get out of the car with his eyes.

Mr. Horry breathed a sigh of relief.

But getting off the bus doesn't mean the matter is over.

Olvera still held Mr. Horry hostage with a pistol, apparently wanting to use him as a bargaining chip to force Levin to do something.

I was standing next to the two of them, and Levin was standing six meters in front of me.

Olvera glanced up and down at Levin and let out a scornful laugh.

Levin's expression was cold. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Olvera raised the file bag in one hand, and moved the other hand holding the gun from the hostage's waist up to the temple, the threat was obvious.

He mouthed a few words.

Levin finally stopped pretending not to understand and said, "Do you think it's possible? Do I want everyone in Ascending City to know what kind of person the spouse of the Scott family heir is?"

After he sneered, he ignored Olvera's instantly ugly expression and looked at me, "Bai Wuyong, you are so brave to give him the file."

Oh huh, Levin knows that the file bag is an excuse I made for Olvera.

No way, I just used a little of your stuff to save Olvera's life, and you're so defeated?

Let me call you Brother Pofang for now.

"Levin, what do you think I can do..." I only said half of the sentence, then looked away dejectedly and sadly, leaving the rest to these people to imagine.

"Perhaps everyone should calm down," Mr. Horry interjected.

Aside from the initial panic and coldness, his emotions had become calm and tolerant. Even though a gun was pointed at his head, he still wanted to fight back.

"Judge Scott, perhaps there's some misunderstanding here?"

"I know you're a couple, and this file hasn't really been sent out yet," Weisha said. "Perhaps you should both calm down and give each other enough space. No matter what the problem is, you should put yourself in each other's shoes."

I listened at the side and was amazed.

What's this? You've got a gun to your head, and you're still trying to persuade both sides to calm down! Shouldn't you be less visible at this point?

Is this what all omegas become like after having children?

But this didn't stop me from showing a complicated expression of gratitude and guilt.

"Want to talk calmly?" Levin sneered. "No, we have nothing to discuss. Olvera, I won't agree to a single word of your conditions. And I have a digital backup of the files in your hands, so it won't make any difference at all."

"So, you are nothing but useless trash."

Such sarcasm directly trampled on Olvera's dignity in front of everyone!

My palms started to sweat, and in a split second I realized what Levin was going to do. "Levin!"

Almost the moment I finished speaking, Olvera's tense nerves completely broke!

He had no intention of suppressing his anger. He turned the gun towards Levin and pulled the trigger!

"Ovira!" I suddenly passed Weisha, rushed forward, grabbed the pistol and knocked Olvera to the ground!

Mr. Horry stumbled backwards, hitting his arm against the car and yelling in pain.

The people around him also took the opportunity to rush forward and pull him to a safe distance.

I knocked Olvera to the ground and the pistol fell off and rolled to the other side.

He looked at me in shock, and uttered a harsh, hoarse curse, "Useless—"

My chest heaved violently. I looked at him in fear and panic, and spoke very quickly, "If he dies, everything will be over for us!"

Are you going to shoot our future with your own hands?

The second half of the sentence was accurately conveyed to Olvera without me having to say anything.

Levin is dead, and it's all over!

By the time Olvera came to his senses, the men in black had already separated him and me.

Levin came to the old-fashioned pistol that had been replaced long ago and squatted down to pick it up.

The sarcasm on his lips grew stronger as he looked down at the embarrassed Olvera, "You think you can kill me with a gun without bullets?"

Olvera struggled violently, but his hands were pinned down and he could only stare at Levin.

"If you can't speak, then keep your mouth shut," Levin said. "After all, looks can't kill."

After he said that, he asked his subordinates to put Olvera into the car.

I was pressed on the other side, and the pain made sweat break out on my forehead.

Damn it, my hand is dislocated! Look at it from another angle, I actually saved your boss's life!

Levin pocketed the pistol and stared at me with heavy eyes.

With an effort, I raised my head and met Levin's gaze.

It was dark, but the incandescent light was dazzling, and the lenses of his glasses blocked my view, so I couldn't see the emotions in his eyes. I could only tell from his tightly pursed lips that he was feeling a complicated emotion.

It has to be complicated, otherwise why would I plan to lay so much groundwork?

My face was pale, but a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of my mouth. "Are you going to kill me?"

Levin answered irrelevantly. "Put on your intern uniform, hand the files to Olvera, go to the court archives to replace your pistol, and have the night shift staff fabricate evidence for you. It's useless. Your few clever talents are wasted in places like this."

I kept silent, pretending to be guilty and nervous after my plan was exposed.

"Heh." Levin laughed meaninglessly and stood up again.

"That was a close call," Mr. Horry interjected, stepping forward while clutching his aching arm. "If you don't mind, could you tell me what's going on with this kid?"

Levin didn't answer.

And a switch flipped in me.

The term "child" is a bit peculiar. Is it because you're older and have a child that you're more tolerant of young people?

But this attitude of tolerance is strange. No matter how tolerant and kind a person is, would they be tolerant of the robbers who held them hostage? Even if they were, why would they be intolerant of Olvera? They might even hate her.

My perspective was too low to observe the two people standing there carefully, so I could only try to raise my head.

He saw my embarrassment and slowly knelt on his knees. He took out a soft handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dust off my face. "My poor little girl, I'm Weisha Holly. You can call me Mr. Weisha."

The perfumed handkerchief brushed across my cheek and nose. I felt dazed. "Mr. Weisha... I, I'm sorry."

Weisha blinked, her brows becoming softer. "No need to apologize. I believe you have your reasons."

He reached out and pushed the person holding me down and said to Levin, "Let her go. Her hand looks dislocated."

Levin frowned, "Yeah."

I was finally free, but I lost my support and my arms fell limply to the ground.

It hurts so much!

The last time I was injured so badly was when I fought with Angsa.

How can a person be so miserable? Ever since I came to Ascend City, I seem to have been unlucky.

And it starts on the 21st! How can that be reasonable?

Anyone can punch and kick me, anyone can slap me in the face, and not only do they not apologize, they also make me take responsibility for the mistake and then scold me!

Damn it, I’ve had enough!

It’s fine if you beat me up, but why don’t you pay me?

"Let's go to the hospital first." Weisha said, reaching out her hand and holding me in her arms regardless of the dirtiness. "It's dislocated and should be treated as soon as possible."

Levin did not react to Weisha's intimate behavior.

I see. This old Mr. Horry often shows his love and saves helpless children. Maybe it's even known to everyone in the whole Upward City.

"Don't bother Mr. Horry, I can take her there." Levin said, preparing to take me from Weisha's hands.

But Weisha dodged, her smile gentle but with a hint of resentment, "You just scared the child. And you should all calm down, right? I'll take her there. Once she calms down, she'll naturally understand what you're saying."

Levin looked at me.

I also put on a complicated and depressed expression, pretending it was difficult to continue communicating with Levin and turned my face away. "It's just this once today, Levin."

"You can do whatever you want in the future..."

Levin's chest rose and fell for a moment, then collapsed again.

After a long while, he nodded, "Yeah."

Weisha smiled with satisfaction, "See, you all need to be considerate of each other."

Older omegas seem to have a unique, reassuring and inclusive scent.

I don't know if this smell is the perfume or the charm he exudes.

After I got into the passenger seat and the car started, I whispered, "I'm sorry, and thank you, Mr. Weisha."

"You're welcome." Weisha smiled. "I know you didn't mean to do that. You just didn't know what to do in that special situation, so you could only walk into the trap unknowingly."

Buddy, what you said makes a lot of sense. Are you the victim?

"But, but I still caused you trouble." I was still uneasy. "You are obviously a good person. I kidnapped you like that, but you didn't get angry. Instead, you understood my difficulties."

"But you don't really want to hurt me, do you?" Stopping at the traffic light, Weisha turned her head to look at me.

He has the iconic blond hair and blue eyes of the Horry family, but he is softer and gentler, lacking in aggression, which makes this beauty even more desirable.

This is probably the charm of being a husband.

"Your name is Bai Wuyong?" he asked.

I nodded. "It's a terrible, difficult name to pronounce."

"Hehehe." Weisha chuckled, then smoothly changed the subject, "But your character has nothing to do with your name, I can see that."

"Although you threatened me with a gun, I know you deliberately left it unloaded."

I widened my eyes slightly, "You, what are you..."

"I don't believe a robber who feels guilty about the hostages would harm innocent lives." He said to me in a gentle tone and with a firm look in his eyes.

I felt like I was in a great shock, my lips trembling, and my eyes misted up, "I, I..."

"Thank you, you are the first person who believes in me like this..."

Weisha smiled and used a handkerchief to catch the young man's tears.

How naive, how foolish, and yet how honest.

But it is such a child who is pitiful, like an ignorant little animal that needs teaching, eagerly wanting to suck juice from his arms.

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The author has something to say: In fact, whether to update at noon or in the afternoon depends on whether the author can get up in the morning and sleep at night, hehe