Madam nodded. "I know, but the question right now is whether Irene will be bullied by the other children at school."
"If they dared try, she would surely fight back. | have already told her everything," the old woman said.
Madam shook her head. "The school won't allow fighting. I'll take her to school later and talk to her teacher."
"Okay. Let Irene try this school and see whether it works out or not. If it doesn't, she doesn't have to attend kindergarten. She
won't learn much from it, anyway." The old woman cared about Irene. "She is used to playing with children in the chapel. Now that
she's locked up at hall day, she's really depressed. She used to sleep well. She would fall asleep as soon as she lay in bed.
Now, she can't sleep. Even if she does fall asleep, she wakes up in the middle of the night. I'm really afraid that she will actually be
depressed if this continues."
"I know that she's unhappy, but, until everything has been clearly investigated, she must remain that way," Madam said helplessly.
"Not everything will go as planned in life. Many other people in society also feel this way, not just her."
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"Hmm... Be careful on the road," the old woman said.
Madam exited her room and walked over to Irene. She took the girl's hand and left with her.
The weather was not great that day. It was cloudy and gloomy, weighed down as if the skies were about to collapse. A cold and
eerie fog surrounded them.
The old woman wrapped Irene's scarf around her face, leaving only her huge bright eyes visible.
The kindergarten was close to the neighborhood where they lived. They only needed to walk over.
After Elliot had sent his men to investigate them, they had moved to an older and more rural neighborhood.
Naturally, the kindergarten near this neighborhood was nothing impressive either. However, the most important thing to them at
that moment was safety. Their quality of life would have to be sacrificed for now.
"Madam, | heard what you said to Grandma just now." Irene looked up at Madam. "Madam, you're a good person."
Madam smiled. "Irene, good people and bad people are not that easily distinguishable. You're still young. Just take care of yourself.
Eat when it's tto eat, and sleep when it's bedtime. If you go to school, study well. Don't think too much about others."
"Grandma toldto avenge my mommy when | grow up," Irene told Madam what she had not dared say to the old lady. "But |
have never met my mommy before. Who am | going to seek revenge on? | won't be able to defeat anyone!"
"Yes! We don't even know who the enemy is right now. How are we going to seek revenge," Madam sighed. "I'm also looking for the
person who killed your mommy."
"Madam, why are you helping my mommy?"
"I'm not helping your mommy. | would never help your mommy. | have no relationship with her. | even hate her a little." Madam
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hadn't been there, the person I like would not have rejected me."
"Oh... Madam, who is that person that you like? Where is he?" Irene asked curiously.
Madam gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath before saying through quivering lips, "The night that your mommy died, he was
killed, too."
Irene's expression darkened. Other children her age might not have heard the word 'death' that many times in their young lives.
However, Irene had not only learned about death long ago, but she also knew the cruelty of life.
Madam took Irene to kindergarten to meet the principal.
The principal was stunned upon seeing the scar on Irene's face. After a beat, the principal asked, "Other than the scar on her face,
are there any problems?"
"No problems. She is healthy. Her personality is also relatively quiet."