Chapter 619 The Little Boy Wouldn't Loosen His Grip

Everything here, including the people and even the police, was so different from J City. If something terrible happened on the streets of J City, no one would sit idly by, doing nothing.

But it was like the citizens here were programmed to not care about anyone else.

Last time, Ashley got surrounded by several hooligans, and no one even bothered to come to her aid. It happened on the street in broad daylight. Things would have been fine if she was lucky to have the policemen patrolling the area.

That traumatizing event was the last thing Ashley wanted to recall.

If it wasn't for that, her credit card wouldn't have been stolen.

And she wouldn't end up like this.

Fortunately, she had something to hold on to, something to make her life meaningful despite everything that happened to her. She was having a baby.

So, even it wasn't her business, she turned around to look at those children and asked, "Why are you bullying him?"

Surprised, the children couldn't respond for a while. They only gazed at her with utmost confusion painted in their eyes.

Ashley gauged that the oldest among them was only eight years old. Violence and bullying at that early age were undoubtedly not good for children. They weren't good for any age for that matter. They needed to be guided appropriately and be taught the proper manners.

"It's getting late. You'd all better go home," she warned in a stern voice.

Her cold, sharp eyes pierced through those children, scaring them and melting their arrogance away. One by one, they all gradually ran and left.

Ashley couldn't help but heave a heavy sigh, looking at the backs of the children as they fled. She had promised herself to lay low, live quietly, and not meddle in other people's affairs. But seeing those children on the verge of delinquency prompted her to stick her nose in their business.

Shaking her head in disappointment, she approached the little boy. Squatting down, she asked with a soft voice, "Are you all right?"

The poor helpless child stirred up Ashley's sense of compassion. She had to admit to that it even triggered past experiences, witnessing the incident.

As someone who was bullied by several different people, especially her sister, Ashley couldn't just stand there and pretend not having seen anything. She knew, from experience, what a horrible feeling it was to be made fun of, and worse, to be physically harassed.

So slowly, she tried t

'll drive you home, okay?" She tried to sound concerned, but the boy's mouth just remained shut. As her patience slowly ran out, Ashley burst into outrage and yelled, "Come on, boy! Say something! Why don't you speak? Are you dumb or something?!"

Her failed attempt to interrogate him only left the boy blankly staring at her even more.

Grunting in utter frustration, she looked around again and shouted, "Whose child is this? Please come and take him home."

"Miss, what are you doing here? Why don't you come inside?" Suddenly, the security guard stuck his head out and looked at Ashley.

God knew she wanted to enter the apartment, but with the boy attached to her like epoxy, she just couldn't.

Since the security guard had worked in the apartment complex for a long time, Ashley thought he might know who the boy was.

So, as if a light bulb suddenly lit up in her head, she turned to him and eagerly asked, "Sir, do you know whose son he is? I saw someone hit him on the street corner, so I saved him, but now, he just won't let go of me."

Ashley sounded and looked helpless as she pounded on the edge of the guardhouse.

She realized that she shouldn't have interfered in other people's business.

Look what it got her in return, a freaking hassle from a little boy.

"Who is it? Let me see."

With a flashlight in his hand, the security guard walked out of the room and came to Ashley. As he pointed the light on the boy, a face smeared with dirt greeted their eyes.

Under that blinding light, the boy squinted his eyes, still grabbing Ashley's clothes tightly and not planning to loosen his grip.