“So? Have you taken care of the matter at your end? I heard the person backing them up was the student council secretary in their school,” Matteo asked.
“Mm, he’s Maurice White, Alfred’s grandson. What about Yasmin?” Kurt asked.
Matteo shrugged. “She’s been sent to the hospital. She’ll be fine. You’ve made a lot of preparations. Still, she must pay for what she has done.”
“Mm.” Kurt didn’t deny it.
After that, both of them returned to the building and acted as though nothing had happened. They waited until the grand opening ceremony started and the fashion show ended before they went to find Ian.
“Wow, today’s event was a great success! Look, everyone’s talking about us on the internet.”
“Yeah! We’re trending!”
“Zaylynn, look, they’re all talking about you…”
That show had achieved unprecedented success. Even after it had ended, there were still people sticking around.
Ian was standing at a distance, staring at the scene.
It was his first time appearing in front of so many people. However, he was no longer afraid. His heart was currently filled with great joy that the success of the show had brought him.
Joy like that made everyone appear pleasant to his eyes.
Indeed, a person’s environment could change a person.
Susan was carrying a bunch of gifts. It was prepared by the models for the organizer to celebrate the success of the show, and they insisted on sending those gifts.
“Ian?” She approached him while panting.
She had wanted to ask him to help her out.
However, when she saw the joyous look in his eyes as he stared at the crowd, she stopped and quietly accompanied him from across.
Happiness filled her beautiful, watery black eyes.
Compared to the success of the show today, she was gladder that Ian had walked out of his solitude.
While that transition might not be complete yet, she still felt it was an achievement worth celebrating.
“Hmm? Why are you carrying so many things, Aunt Susan? You didn’t ask anyone for help? Ian? Where is he? Why isn’t he helping you carry these?” Matteo and Kurt approached her from behind.
They had come to help her out when they saw her carrying so many things at once.
It was then Susan returned to her senses.
“It’s all right. There aren’t that many things here. Oh yeah, where did the two of you go earlier? Why didn’t I see both of you?” she asked when she saw both of them approaching her.
Matteo vaguely mentioned that they had gone on a patrol.
As for Kurt, who was usually a taciturn person, he remained silent.
When all three of them reached the other side, Ian noticed them and swept his gaze across them and the items in their hands. “Where’s Vivi?”
Before Susan could reply, Kurt suddenly put the gifts in his hands back to her, turned around, and left.
Once everyone cleaned things up and returned to the apartment, it was already evening.
“I got news about Yasmin. After she woke up, she called the police and turned herself in.”
In the evening, one could see a magnificent view on the balcony of the apartment. The brilliant setting sun colored the sky, turning the scene into a splendor painting.
Kurt shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the person watering the plants on the balcony. What’s that flower?
He stared at that dog-tail-looking plant and didn’t find it all that pleasing to the eye. Yet, the affluent young adult in front of him was willing to lower himself to water that plant.
“Is that so? What did she say?”
“She said she killed someone. A girl from the school. She admitted it,” Kurt replied plainly.
The moment he finished, the person watering the plant stopped.
At her age, admitting to murder wouldn’t lead to her getting a death sentence, but she would have to stay in prison for at least a decade.
Ian continued to water the plant and instructed calmly, “Tell my daddy to transfer a bit of money to the Snow family. It’s better for her to sit in prison for a few years than be dead.”
He didn’t say anything about Yasmin being punished appropriately or celebrating it. Instead, he provided humanitarian aid to her family.
As for Yasmin herself, he was simply glad that she wasn’t dead, and it was obvious from his tone.
Kurt pursed his lips silently and was about to head back to the living room when Ian asked, “I heard Maurice used the military supply storehouse buried by Eddie in Xenhall as bait. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Then are you heading there next?”
Kurt didn’t expect him to ask that.
He stayed silent and turned to the woman playing with Natalie in the living room.
