"Young Miss, oh! I was blind! I am not trying to scam you, please quell your anger." The old man pleaded earnestly. His grandchildren, who had been hiding near the alley, rushed to his side protectively. They seemed as fragile as walking sticks that could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Kisha wasn't amused by the sight of the kids at all. Despite her heart growing cold due to betrayal, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for them. To her, children were innocent souls struggling to survive, and she could never view them in the same harsh light as those who had betrayed her.
She took in a deep breath to steady her thoughts. "Old man, I'm not angry. I'm just curious where you got these," Kisha explained gently. The old man still looked frightened, clutching the hands of his grandchildren protectively. Kisha suspected they might have faced hardships in the shelter, possibly neglected or mistreated for being perceived as burdens.
