Howard rushed over anxiously. "The police have discovered us."
He pulled me to take me away. The seafood croquettes in my hand scattered all over the floor.
"What do you mean..." I asked.
"Have you forgotten? Sir is assisting us in finding adoptive families for these children. Wasn't one of the most intelligent children adopted by a man named Yonah Zimmerman?"
Howard suddenly stopped and smiled at me. "Yonah is a human trafficker."
I stood motionless, unable to move. Before I could react, I heard the sound of a police car.
Howard's expression changed, and he pulled me with a horrified look on his face. "Sofia, run! Run!"
Even without my memory, I could still sense that he was setting me up.
"Howard, we have no grievances. Why would you want to harm me?" I stared at him, puzzled. He appeared to be the most compassionate and ordinary individual among those at the orphanage.
