Downstairs, those who were out buying groceries froze in place, even the kids passing by stopped mid-step to stare.
Everyone could see it at a glance. A man in a luxury suit, stepping out of a Bentley, had no place in this run-down old housing complex.
My mother frowned deeply. "What else do you want?"
Simon lifted his gaze at her. "Mrs. Green, I'm sorry."
My mother exhaled heavily and turned her face away. "Just go. There's no need for us to meet again."
At that moment, Vivian came rushing in. Clearly, she had chased him all the way here. "Simon, have you lost your mind? Do you even know how many people are filming you right now?"
And sure enough, people nearby had already started quietly raising their phones.
Simon didn't respond. He didn't even glance at her.
Vivian's face grew
