Chapter 143

Naomi looked back quickly. "I'm here, Charles." Her voice was gentle as if she was talking to a newborn baby. Naomi saying his name had brought tears to his eyes. He had not heard someone call his name in such a long time. Ever since his mother passed, no one called him Charles. Indeed, no one would ever call him by his full name again even when they got mad. His family called him a short-lived brat born to a short-lived mother. Some addressed him as a short-lived scoundrel. They also called him "that half-alive thing". Eventually, when he escaped, the nicer people in the family called him "kid". But most of them referred to him as a son of a bitch and bastard child. He stared at Naomi with red-rimmed eyes. He said, "Ms. Goodwin, I checked the constitution before I killed them. Don't get your hopes up, and don't overwork yourself on this case. I'm scared you'll be disappointed." Ever since his mom was beaten to death, he had never known warmth nor how it felt to be treated