Five young couples, holding their children, stood in front of No. 2 Cork Street.
The mothers held their children, faces brimming with loving smiles.
The fathers stood in front, the one at the forefront was the cleanest dressed of them all, but even so, patches were still visible on his elbows and knees. In the basket he carried were eggs and bread.
These were all gifts of gratitude.
They were also the most precious things that they could offer.
And they?
They were the parents from yesterday's baby theft case.
Looking at the people before him, Arthur felt his palms begin to sweat slightly.
He, was nervous.
Faced with people harboring malice, he could be ruthless, showing no mercy as he took them down.
But when faced with people filled with good intentions, coming to express their thanks, he seemed a bit at a loss.
People are just that contradictory.
Arthur, even more so.
At this moment, he somewhat regretted the 'publicity' in front of No. 14 Cork Street yesterday.
