The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 490 Ch.489 The Girl Who Saved Wells
Old Wells did not know Shandel.

If he were twenty years younger, he might have agreed to the situation, chatted with this beautiful lady who was almost overflowing with gold and good manners, and invited her to have afternoon tea.

It's a pity that he is too old.

Old, poor, and sick. I'm afraid that a well-made, fragrant one wouldn't be enough to keep the frozen little Wells awake for even a few seconds - that thing used to have two functions, but now only has one.

It is sad for a man to live in such a situation.

Old Wells knew his own sorrow, so he wanted to use a 'painless' way: the cold, to resolve his painful life - at the same time, when he got to the place, he could explain that he did not commit suicide, but just accidentally froze to death outside...

The premise is that he can really go to heaven.

"I, ahem, I don't know you...Miss." Old Wells narrowed his eyes. The bright sunlight pierced into the two pustules in his eye sockets and passed through the girl, turning her exposed gray hair into light gold.

"I don't...know you."

He tried to remain as humble as possible, bending his screaming waist under the scrutiny of the servants.

then.

He was supported by the girl who was wrapped in a hazy and sweet smell.

personally.

She wore a pair of deerskin gloves that were not too thin but were obviously custom-made: unlike the ones in the store, these had extra tassels sewn on them and a golden emblem.

"But I know you, Mr. Wells."

The girl's determined eyes, coupled with her young, innocent face and the rising sun behind her, made old Wells, for a moment, think that everything that had happened recently was just a dream.

He is still the rich man.

"I know you." She helped the old man up, and followed the proper etiquette slowly: "Good day, Mr. John Wells. I am Cinder Collins, a woman you once helped, whose surname is not prominent but who definitely knows how to be grateful."

Old Wells was stunned.

he…

Have you ever helped such a beautiful person?

when?
This face of hers... could it be her mother's?
"In church, Mr. Wells. A few years ago, you often went to church. Every Sunday, I could hear your pious steps and your prayers."

Shandel asked the driver to support him on the other side, and the two men supported him like this.

Walk and talk.

"Do you remember? Every time you came to church, you would carry a bag full of candies and give them to the children, whether they were saint children or newspaper boys. You made every child taste sweetness every week, regardless of their status."

"Do you remember?"

Old Wells suddenly realized.

He is.

In the past few years, he still had money.

He actually did that.

——But Shandel's words made him feel a little guilty: because it was not intentional, and he himself had never thought about "letting all children taste sweetness"... It was just a coincidence that he brought candy once, and won the recognition of the priests and the praise of other business partners.

He did this every day after that.

——It doesn’t cost much anyway.

But Shandel's words made him feel guilty.

"He said: Do good deeds, whether you have mercy or not. Mr. Wells, no matter what you think, I did grab three pieces of candy that day..." Shandel tightened his arms, which were as thin as curtain rods, "It was also those pieces of candy that kept my mother alive in hunger and cold..."

At this point, Shandel lowered his head and laughed a few times in embarrassment: "Don't blame me, sir. I took advantage of my height when I was little, beat up a few kids, and took away all the candies - that's enough to last for a long time."

Wells moved his lips.

Exhale the insufficient heat.

"...May the Father of All Things bless you...and your mother." He didn't know what to say, so he just asked as usual: "Is your mother okay?"

Shandel paused for a moment.

"She died three years ago."

"…I'm sorry." "No, you shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Wells."

Shandel shook her head. The golden sunlight hit her face. Even with the most cloudy eyes, she could see the fine hairs on the girl's undulating features.

"I have to thank you. Without your kindness, I'm afraid my mother would have returned to the arms of God the Father long ago. She stayed with me for many more years and gave me the love from my parents that every child should have."

Every move of the girl exuded vitality to the dead old man beside her, just like a cloud full of spring water, coming to the cracked place where it had agreed to stay.

"She passed away peacefully, without any regrets. Mr. Wells, I had been working abroad and only recently returned to London. It took me a long time to find you."

She wanted to jump up and down playfully, but with old Wells holding her hand, she could only let out her voice to have fun.

"You've been waiting for me too!"

she says.

"I have inquired about the regrettable and sad past that happened to you - Mr. Wells, I... I actually cried secretly."

She said this, which made old Wells even more ashamed.

"…That, that's a decision…a decision…"

He wouldn't admit his failure, saying he'd taken a gamble out of greed - 'decision' sounded more professional, as if he could be rich again.

The girl smiled and didn't continue.

soon.

They arrived at the rented home of Old Wells.

A small, damp and cold brick house.

There was a fireplace and a pot, but no wood or coal. The floor was littered with bottles, and among the ashes and scraps of rubbish, black insects darted around faster than the old man could light a fire.

Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And when Shandel's boots stepped on it.

They were just like the old gourd buyer and the other gourd buyer boasting about their "greatness", they exploded into pieces and crawled everywhere.

Wells closed his eyes silently.

Waiting for the screams, curses, and disgusted looks that are about to appear.

He didn't want to accept such looks anymore.

He had been suffering since the day he went bankrupt, and now he had had enough.

He was going to die anyway.

He didn't want the last girl who treated him with kindness to become someone he despaired of—

But he didn't hear it.

There was no screaming either.

The rustling sound was the sound of her rummaging through the garbage.

Old Wells opened his eyes and was surprised to find that she and the coachman had squatted down, not caring about the black mud on their skirts or how many bugs were crawling over the expensive fabric.

Just squat down, and then, with those expensive gloves, flip them and push them, trying to gather them together.

"Miss Collins——"

The girl squatting on the ground turned her head and raised her chin. That smile was perhaps the most sincere smile Wells had ever seen in his life - a smile that can only be seen when you are in the deepest part of hell, a smile that truly saves the soul.

"Don't worry, sir."

Her voice was cheerful.

"Am I spoiled? Your candy saved my mother... sir."

she says.

"Now, it's my turn to save you."

(End of this chapter)