Three Little Guardian Angels The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2112

The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2112Chapter 2112 Cameron took a sip from the porridge and replied, “It‘s true. There are only this many
people in this fishing village. The youngsters have all left the Eastern Islands, and those that stayed
behind are old people. A very small number of middle–aged people refuse to leave because of their
parents, so they stay on the islands to do fishing business.” The old lady nodded and sighed. “Most of
us in the village are poor illegal immigrants from Eurasia. If it hadn‘t been for Mr. Southern Sr. to take
us to the islands and allow the men in the village the opportunity to work in the fishing business so that
we could earn some money to support our families, we wouldn‘t know where we would be now.”
The old lady had a son and daughter too, but they were working in Eurasia and would come back to
visit them from time to time. However, they were old. They couldn‘t go so far with their son and
daughter anymore, so they had to stay on the Eastern Islands.
Waylon looked at Cameron but did not say anything. After Cameron finished her porridge, she asked,
“Can I have another one, madam? Your porridge tastes so sweet.”
The old lady chuckled and replied, “Sure. I‘ll go get one more portion for you.”
The old lady was friendly. Perhaps she was too lonely, so she was happy when she had guests. When
Cameron realized that Waylon was staring at her, she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He squinted and said, “I didn‘t expect that your father would be the one who helped them here in this
fishing village.”
His grandfather had told him before what kind of person Sunny was. Before he came here, he was
skeptical about it. After all, it was very rare for someone like Sunny, who was an influential figure in the
underworld, to be compassionate.
She clicked her tongue and said, “My father is a kind–hearted man. He values friendship and loyalty
over everything else. If not, why would he keep an eye closed toward The Serpents‘ action?”Waylon chuckled. “It seems to me that you don‘t like the way he handles The Serpents very much.”
“He‘s old and has grown soft. I‘ve told him before that if he wants to bęgenerous to other people, the
first thing he has to make sure of is that the person will appreciate it. Benevolence is a breeding ground
for wild ambition, and The Serpents are the best example.” After that, she added, “But he‘s my father,
so I don‘t blame him for being soft. It‘s just that as long as I‘m here, no one will be able to take
advantage of the Southern Clan.”
Waylon pressed his lips thin.
She was even wiser than she looked.
Perhaps Sunny thought the same way she did in the past. It was just that he was already old. He did
not want to fight for those useless things anymore, and he wanted to have peace. Just like his great–
grandfather, who once valued nothing more than his own interests.
However, after spending most of his life trying to get the things he wanted to do, he felt more and more
indebted to the people around him and wanted to make up for it in the time he had left. The old lady
brought the porridge out of the kitchen. Cameron rose to her feet and took over the porridge. “Thank
you very much. Your porridge tastes really good.”
novelbinThe old lady said, “I still have some more in the kitchen. If you still want some more, you can go inside
and get it yourself.” She looked outside and continued. “The rain has stopped, so I have to go back to
work.” After that, she walked into the courtyard. Cameron turned her head around and saw that Waylon
hadn‘t touched his porridge yet. She asked, “What‘s wrong? Are you still full from the canned food last
night?”
“No...”He touched the table, and Cameron instantly saw the light. “You should be grateful that you have
something to eat now, Mr. Goldmann.”
After the rain stopped, the entire island seemed to have been cleansed. The sky was clear, and even
the air was infused with the smell of mud and trees.
Sunny was inside his study and seemed worried. He couldn‘t read anything from the newspaper, so he
took down his glasses and massaged his nose.
The butler came into the study with his lunch and said, “Mr. Southern Sr., you should eat something.”
“Just put it over there,” he replied tiredly. The butler put the food to one side and said, “I‘m sure Mr.
Southern and Mr. Goldmann are good people. I‘m sure they‘ll come back safely.”