Chapter: 1037

Victor stopped in his tracts, turned around, and looked at Joey.

"Are you going out?" Joey asked, raising his eyes to meet Victor's gaze.

"Yes."

Joey pursed his lips. After a moment's hesitation, he asked in a soft voice, "Will you come back tonight?"

When they came back, Joey could feel that Victor was carrying him in his arms, which gave him a different feeling. He didn't feel comfortable with Victor's bad posture. Yet, he felt relaxed, more like reassured, as he felt protected in Victor's arms.

It was because of this feeling that he slept well.

Now that Victor was leaving, Joey was somehow reluctant to let him go.

Victor glanced at Rachel, but he didn't say anything.

Rachel could not look at Victor. She was holding Joey's hand tightly, knowing more or less what was on her son's mind.

“Joey, it's very late. Mr. Sullivan needs to go back and have a rest."

With those words, Rachel had drawn a clear line between her and

Victor.

“But his apartment was burned. Where is he going to have a rest?"

Joey interjected.

Rachel was stumped by her son's question.

She didn't know how to answer Joey. How could she have forgotten that Victor's apartment was burned?

Joey was thinking differently. He raised his head and winked at his mother.

"Mommy, let Mr. Sullivan sleep here tonight, okay? The

Gentlefolk caught fire, and Mr. Sullivan is homeless now. He is a little poor."

"Poor?" How could Victor be poor? But Rachel couldn't find her voice to say what she wanted to say.

Joey continued with his incessant talk.

“Two days ago, I saw the news that an old man's house collapsed because of a mudflow. The old man had no place to go so he slept with a quilt on the roadside. Mr.

Sullivan's place was burned. He had nowhere to go. He will have to sleep on the road tonight."

The more Joey talked, the more ridiculous his words became.

“Joey, where did you see the news?"