"There are so many pitiful children in this world, look, there's another one over there." As Yigol Foster spoke, he pointed with his chin to the outside.
Forsythia followed his gaze and saw a man in black holding a little boy at the entrance of the restaurant. The boy's hands clung tightly to the man's neck, his large eyes incredibly endearing.
Just by looking at his resemblance, it was clear that the child must be Elijah, as he looked so much like Norma Ruby.
The man was carrying Elijah out of the restaurant.
It seemed that the father and son had also dined here.
Soon after, a graceful figure holding a hoodie followed the father and son, carefully putting it on the little boy to block the possible cold wind outside the restaurant.
That graceful figure was none other than Norma Ruby.
Forsythia's heart suddenly tightened, feeling a bit stifled.
This was the first time she had seen Norma Ruby in five years. Her rosy lips and white teeth indicated she was in good spirits.
