"Since my aunt dares to entrust you with such a large sum of money, you must be a kind and upright man."

“Although little Hela was not adopted by Vadim in the end, in my heart, I already regarded her as Vadim’s child.”

"Once I have dealt with the matters on the farm in the country, I will return to Haidaram to pick up little Haila."

"You should also know that the heavy rain some time ago caused damage to a large area of ​​farms. I have been delayed in Haidaram for many days because of my aunt's matter."

"If I don't go back, those farmers might come to my house and embarrass my mother, wife and children."

Eros withdrew his gaze from the middle-aged man and nodded.

"I will arrange for someone to take care of Mrs. Maria's welfare home."

In fact, he has already done so.

He had already arranged for Isabella to donate £100 to the orphanage every month in the name of Conan Doyle.

This money was enough to cover the welfare home's expenses for a month, and there was even some money left over.

Hearing Eros's agreement, the middle-aged man thanked him sincerely.

After chatting casually with the middle-aged man for a few more words, Eros made an excuse to leave.

The middle-aged man stood at the gate of the yard, watching Eros' back go away.

Let’s go back to a few days ago.

The pitch-black clouds piled up oppressively in the sky, and the pouring rain still beat mercilessly on the ground.

Inside Mrs. Maria's welfare home, little Hela sat on the steps of the side porch, watching the constant splashing of water outside and letting the moist breath with mist hit her cheeks.

She just sat there quietly, her friend Regina stood behind her and whispered with a worried tone:

“Hela! Let’s go inside. We’ll get sick if we stay here.”

Little Hela didn't say anything and just sat there blankly.

Regina felt helpless. Ever since Mr. Vadim passed away, little Hela had been like this and had never smiled again.

There were even a few nights when she accidentally discovered that Hela would cry secretly while hugging the quilt.

As a friend, she was also sad to see Hela like this, but she didn't know how to make Hela happy.

I had no choice but to stand behind Hela like a piece of wood and accompany her.

At this moment, Mrs. Maria's voice came from the room behind her:

"Little Hela, Mr. Dilson is here to see you."

Hearing the call, little Hela stood up from the steps, sorted out the emotions on her face, forced a smile, and walked into the house.

Inside the house, Mrs. Maria was accompanying a middle-aged man in a black double-breasted suit. At the man's feet, there was a pig lying. Oh no, it was a gray and white Siberian Husky, but its body was a little too fat and looked like a pig from a distance.

When Dilson saw Xiao Haila come into the house, he smiled and pointed at the dog lying on the ground.

"This is Vadim's pet. I hope it can accompany you instead of Vadim."

"Also, I may have to leave Haidaram for a while recently. When I finish those things, I will come back to pick you up."

Little Hela stared blankly at the sled dog lying on the ground.

The dog noticed little Hela's gaze and wondered if it smelled something.

Anyway, it stood up from the ground, wagging its tail and came to little Hela, rubbing its head, which was still a little wet, against little Hela's body, showing an intimate gesture.

Seeing this, Dilson smiled and said, "It's called Cheese, and it looks like it likes you very much."

Little Hela reached out and tentatively touched Cheese's head. Cheese whimpered and rubbed Little Hela's hand again.

Tears suddenly couldn't stop flowing down little Hela's eyes. She bent down, put her arms around Cheese's neck and sobbed softly.

Cheese was obedient and didn't move. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tears on little Hela's cheek.

Dilson looked at little Hela with gentle eyes, then turned to Mrs. Maria and said:

"During this time, please take good care of this child."

"This is my duty!" Mrs. Maria replied seriously.

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[I hope someone can see through my stubbornness and my stubbornness. When I pretend to be strong, someone can quietly approach me and tell me that I can generate enough electricity for love.]

[Five thousand words updated today, five thousand words! Five thousand words! ]