Chapter 1398 - 686: She’s My Sister

Seven years later.

Heather, who was four years old, stood in the street with her backpack.

She wanted to run away from home!

Her bad dad said he was worried that he and her dear mom would suffer the seven-year itch, so he had to take her dear mom to travel.

Heather loved her mom so much that she cried and said that she wanted to leave with her, but her bad dad refused. So she went to ask her brother for help, but her brother, who loved her most, advised her not to make trouble, saying that she must learn to get used to this kind of thing slowly.

They didn't like her anymore, so she wanted to run away from home!

Watching the heavy traffic on the road, Heather was a little scared.

She was thinking about how to stop a car when a tall shadow stopped her.

"Little girl, can you do me a favor?"

Heather looked up and saw a tall man with a peaked cap looking at her with a big smile on his face.

"Do you know where the bus stop is nearby?"

"Yes!" There was a little joy in her heart. It so happened that she had walked from a nearby bus stop.

She raised her fat little arm and pointed in the direction she had walked. "Go straight down this road and then turn!"

The man looked incredulous. "Did you remember wrong, little girl? I just came from that direction and didn't see any bus stop." 

"I can't be mistaken! There really is a bus stop," she said and put on an aggrieved expression.

"That... will you take me?" There was a chill in the man's eyes.

Heather, who was only four, was about to foolishly say yes when a boy suddenly rushed in front of her, protecting her directly behind him.

Heather was stunned. The little boy in front of her seemed to be about the same age as her elder brother, Randy Denmark, but he seemed thinner and more distant than her brother.

"Leave here quickly, you can't deceive children!" The boy looked at the man with a ferocious expression. "She's my sister. My parents are nearby!"

The man looked around guiltily and chuckled. "Little boy, you got me wrong. I just asked the little girl for directions..."

"I'll shout if you don't go!" the little boy snapped, "That's a patrolman over there. I'll shout, and I'm sure he'll hear me!"

"You..." The man gave the boy an angry look, but he seemed to notice the patrolman and finally left.

After that, the little boy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Heather. "How can you talk to someone like that? He's a bad guy!"

"Really?" Heather blinked. "But he doesn't look like a bad guy!"

"Bad guys don't write 'bad guys' on their faces," the little boy said, helpless.

"Brother, how do you know that?" she asked curiously.

The boy said seriously, "Remember you're only four years old. You can't help an a_d_u_l_t. You might even be a drag. Besides, those who really need help would only look for a_d_u_l_ts who are stronger than them and can help. As for the people who come to the children for help, they must be up to no good and want to kidnap you!"

The boy managed to intimidate her, and she was scared.

Then she opened her eyes wide. Suddenly, she said, with an adoring look on her face,

"How clever you are, brother!"

Hearing Heather's praise, the boy's distant face suddenly flushed. No one had ever praised him...

"No, nothing, it's all common sense..." The little boy scratched his head shyly. "You'll know when you're grown-up. By the way, where are your parents?"

Upon hearing this, Heather's chubby little face instantly darkened, and the next moment she cried bitterly. "My parents don't want me! I'm so sad. I want to run away from home. I don't want dad or mom anymore..."

"You, don't cry!" He freaked out and comforted her, but she cried even harder. 

He rummaged in his pocket and finally found candy. He handed it to her. "Here you are, eat the candy."

Heather took the candy. It was just a regular candy with an orange flavor. She peeled off the paper and put it into her mouth.

Gradually she stopped crying. She tilted her head and looked at the boy. "My name is Heather Denmark. What's your name?"

"Me?" The little boy froze, hesitated, and

finally said, "Alexander Christopher."

Heather scowled. "Alexander... Forget it, I'll call you Alex!"

Alex...

There was a sudden surge of unusual emotion in Alexander's heart. "I'll take you home," he said. "Your parents must love you..."

'I'm not going home!" she yelled angrily. Then, suddenly, she looked at him with sparkling eyes as if she had thought of something. "Alex, let's elope!"

"... Huh?!" He was taken aback. Although he was only seven years old, he was much more m_a_t_u_r_e than an ordinary child, so he knew what 'elope' means.

"Do you know what 'elope' means?" he was helpless.

"Of course! My mum and dad eloped," said Heather happily. "They said that if two people like each other, going out together is eloping!"

He was more helpless. "In a sense, it's not wrong but, but we can't elope. You have to go home. There are too many bad people out there."

She looked at him aggrieved, with a pair of big, bright eyes full of tears. "Why? Alex, is it because you don't like me that you don't want to elope with me? But I like you very much!"

"It's different." he was speechless. He was precocious, but how could he explain this to four-year-old Heather? And even if he did, how could Heather possibly understand?

In the end, he said. "Well, you go with me to find a policeman first, and then we'll decide what to do next."

"Alright!" Heather was even happier. "Mom and dad said, when you're in trouble, you have to go to the police! They are good people! Let's go now!"

She reached out her chubby little hand to take his finger.