“Damn it! You lied to me! My father is already dead, isn’t he?!” Martin shouted, refusing to accept the truth.
Alden ignored him and hurried out of the room.
“We need to move fast. Is the place far from here?” Alden asked Pierre while passing some orphans peeking from their bedroom doors.
“No. But we probably need a vehicle,” Pierre replied.
Alden rushed toward one of the police patrol cars that had arrived. He opened the passenger door and gestured for Pierre to get in with him.
“Please turn off the siren,” Alden said to the officer in the driver’s seat.
“What’s going on here?! We can’t just—” Before the officer could finish protesting, Alden opened his wallet and showed something.
Though startled, the officer quickly understood and started the engine. He followed Pierre’s directio
