Chapter 725

Natalie asked when she heard her son’s question, “Huh? Do you know him?”

Connor nodded, indicating he was conscious of the little boy’s identity. Afraid of embarrassing himself
again, the little boy looked elsewhere and announced, “I-I’ll be leaving immediately!

Natalie grasped his wrist and asked, “Wait! Aren’t your parents coming to pick you up?”

She had been wondering why no one had bothered to help the little boy when he was beaten to a pulp.
On top of that, his parents were nowhere to be seen.

The little boy started weeping and stuttered, “M-My father has long passed on! I-I have to make my way
home on my own because my mother isn’t feeling well!”

Natalie felt awful because of the series of misfortunes the little boy had to brace himself through when
he was just a child.

She couldn’t stand leaving the needy children behind ever since she became a mother of two.

Thus, she offered, “Where do you live? I’ll give you a ride home today!”

The little boy gaped at Natalie’s offer. He waved and asserted, “N-No—I-I—”

Natalie interrupted him and asked, “Aren’t you afraid they’re going to pick on you again?”

He was rendered speechless by Natalie’s question.

Holding the little boy’s hand, she announced, “Come with me!”

She turned around and beckoned Connor and Sharon to follow her back to the car.



On their way to the little boy’s place, Sharon took a seat next to Natalie. Connor and the little boy were
seated next to one another at the back passenger seats.

Once the little boy told Natalie the precise location of his place, Natalie asked, “What’s your name?”

Connor got ahead of the little boy and answered on his behalf, “He’s Joe.”

Natalie chuckled and complimented, “Joe? That’s quite an adorable name befitting a little boy like you!”

Joe flushed when she heard Natalie’s reply.

A short while later, Natalie pulled over at the entrance of Joe’s place and showed the little boy the way
back to his place.

Once Joe alighted from the car, he waved and repeated himself, “Thank you so much for everything!”

Natalie urged Joe, “It’s nothing worth thanking me over and over again, but promise me to share the
incident with your mother and get her to acquire the teacher’s help to resolve the issue. Otherwise,
they’re going to come after you again.”

As a result, Joe’s eyes flickered in despair. However, he forced a smile and assured Natalie, “Alright!”

“We’ll be heading back as well. I’ll see you again.” Natalie boarded the car and made their way back.

Joe waved at the departing car until Natalie and her children disappeared amidst the bustling streets.
He seemed to be in a great mood and bounced his way back to the obsolete flat.

In the meantime, Connor broke the silence and announced, “It’s not going to work, Mommy.”

Confused, her mother looked at him through the rearview mirror and asked, “What do you mean?”



Connor shrugged his shoulders and added, “Joe has been bullied for a long time. The issue has been
highlighted over and over again, but there’s nothing the teachers can do to stop the boys. They’ll stop
picking on him for a few days. However, it’s only a matter of time before they start picking on him
again.”

“Are you serious?”

Natalie thought the only solution to resolve the issue was to transfer Joe to another kindergarten.
Otherwise, he would be picked over and over again.

Out of the blue, her son added, “The ones who have been picking on him are his neighbors. They had
been spreading rumors of his sister, claiming she was a murderer after they witnessed her being taken
into custody. Thus, everyone in the kindergarten has been made aware of the rumors.”

“Was that the reason the rest of the parents couldn’t be bothered to defend him when he was beaten to
a pulp?”

Her son nodded and answered, “Joe has always been a loner in kindergarten. No one is willing to
befriend him.”

Natalie went dead silent. A few seconds later, she asked, “Did Joe’s sister really murder someone?”

Connor shared his hypothesis with his mother, “I can’t be sure, but she seems to have been taken into
custody for the failed attempt of homicide. Joe insisted his sister was a scapegoat, but no one could be
certain of the truth behind the incident.”

His mother wrapped up the conversation and decided to stop poking her nose into Joe’s family affair.

They soon returned to the villa. When she walked her children into the foyer, she saw a suitcase in the
middle of the living room.



Mrs. Wilson was in the middle of a phone call with someone. She nodded over and over again,
assuring the person on the other end of the call, “Alright, I’ll get someone to send it over as soon as
possible.”


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