Boomerang Love

Cha 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".

I 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. 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 with kindness.

In contrast, after he had killed them and gotten caught, the police and the guards in jail did not look down on him like how others did, nor did they hate him. Instead, they showed concern for him.

This was especially true when it came to Naomi. She was extremely nice to him. No one hoped that he would live, but she kept trying hard to help him.

As a result, he got scared too. He was terrified that if he failed to survive, she would be sad.

Upon hearing Charles' words, she smiled and said, "How would we know without trying? At least we're not going to leave any regrets behind."

"Thank you, Ms. Goodwin."

"This is the least I could do."

After watching her leave, the boy looked toward the treats Naomi brought for him. His cuffed hands gently opened the box.

Inside the box were his favorite egg tarts and biscuits.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

During one of their previous meetings, he had told her that he thought egg tarts and biscuits were the most delicious things in the world. Hence, she brought him some every time she came.

The boy's eyes were filled with tears as he bit into a biscuit. He thought of how Naomi told him that he would have the chance to eat things that were even more delicious than this in the future.

However, even if he had many delicious things now, he wouldn't have too much of an attachment to this world either way.

If there had to be one thing he felt attached to, it would be his fear that Naomi would be disheartened by this case.

Outside the visitation room, the guards didn't make Charles return immediately. They waited for him to finish the food before taking him back.

After she left the prison and got into Ronald's car, Naomi's heart still felt heavy.

Seeing this, Ronald pinched her cheeks. "You're feeling sad? That's not the Naomi I know."

Naomi whacked his hand away. "I seldom get melancholic over anything. Don't ruin my vibe."

Ronald stroked her hair again. "I just don't like seeing you unhappy."

Naomi pushed his hand away in disdain. "Go entertain yourself somewhere else."

After she pushed his hand away again, Ronald saw that she hadn't been cheered up by his antics. Instead, she remained deep in her melancholy. He pursed his lips and stopped annoying her.

He wasn't affected by Charles' case. After all, he had never met the boy before, and he wasn't a sentimental person.

His sudden silence stemmed from his fear over how disheartened Naomi would be if this case didn't turn out like how she hoped it would.

This wasn't her usual divorce lawsuit or civil conflict. This involved a few lives.

He turned to look at Naomi as she breathed out slowly. Ronald smiled as he stroked her hair again. "Just try your best and don't think too much about it."

Naomi also turned toward him. After she saw that he started the car, she said,

"Charles asked me not to get my hopes up."

If Charles hadn't said that, she wouldn't be feeling so emotional

After Naomi finished speaking, Ronald didn't continue consoling ther verbally. He raised a hand to soothe the back of her neck as support.

Naomi smiled at Ronald's silence and said, "You're quite dependable now when you're not making a racket."