Why it never ends

Chapter 1017 True Name
"Start your own school..."

"That way no one can kick Eleven out again," Hesta said. "I want to see what she can do under my nose."

After a brief moment of surprise, everyone laughed out loud. Eleven heard Hesta mention her name and felt many people looking at her. She couldn't help but shout, "You are saying bad things about me again!"

Kiki understood what Hesta said. She hugged Eleven from behind, who was about to make a fuss again, and explained to him with a smile.

Just as everyone was about to enter the house, they suddenly heard the sound of piglets screaming. At first, everyone thought someone was slaughtering pigs nearby, but then the voice began to beg for mercy, and everyone realized that it was a child being beaten.

A girl in shorts and a vest ran towards Hesta and the others from the side of the house. Behind her, a sturdy middle-aged woman was vigorously waving a broom with bald hair.

Although both of them spoke in dialect, the situation before them needed no words to explain.

"Save me!" The girl got behind Hesta and grabbed the edge of her shirt tightly with both hands.

When the woman with the broom saw Hesta and his group, her anger immediately subsided. She angrily hit the ground with the broom and sternly told the girl to get out from behind them quickly.

"go home with me!"

"I won't, unless you don't hit me..."

"You've come to a place like this to disgrace yourself. I'll beat you to death!"

"If you want to kill me, I won't go home with you!"

"Helieta!"

The girl shuddered, but what was strange was that at this moment she felt that the big sister she was hugging tightly also trembled.

Lai Lin quickly stepped forward to inquire about the reason - it turned out that the little girl ran to an ice cream shop in a nearby town to steal things, and when she was discovered, she accidentally knocked over a machine in the shop. Now the other party came to claim compensation and wanted to take away the four lambs in the house.

"Excuse me!" The woman looked at Hesta and switched to the language of the third zone. Although no one said it explicitly, she had a hunch that the big man standing in front of her daughter was the one who had the most influence among these people. "I need to discipline my child. Please give her back to me!"

Hesta turned around and looked at the little girl behind him. She looked a year or two older than Kiki Eleven, but was just as thin. She was now covered in dust, and her body was covered in dust from rolling on the ground.

Hesta squatted down: "What's your name?"

"Grass sprouts." The little girl replied.

"…your mother just now—was that your mother?"

The girl nodded.

"What did your mother call you just now?"

"...Herrietta." The girl whispered.

Hesta put his hands on the girl's shoulders and patted her gently: "How could Helieta steal things from an ice cream shop?"

The girl said nothing, but looked timidly into Hesta's eyes.

Hesta suddenly remembered something and looked at the people around him: "What day is today, Thursday?"

"Yes," Stella nodded, "Thursday."

"Why didn't you go to school?" Hesta looked over. "Because she skipped classes! She skipped classes again today!" The middle-aged woman holding the broom became even angrier and began to complain about the girl.

The girl blushed a little when Hesta looked at her, but the dust on her face completely covered up the change. She lowered her head to look at her toes and whispered, "I don't like today's class."

Stella made a strange sound of "Oh yo" and squatted down as well: "What class?"

"Grammar." The little girl answered, "I lost my pen and my eraser. I will be beaten by the teacher if I go."

The mother who was not far away was shaking with anger: "I bought you so many erasers this semester, and you poked holes all over each one with your pencil right after I bought it. You played with the eraser in this way or that way, and you even cut it with a knife and made it all over the place!"

“Everyone plays like this…”

"You keep talking so hard!"

Seeing that the mother was about to rush over with the broom, Lai Lin quickly blocked her. Hesta took the little girl to the side of the woman, and they talked in a low voice for a while. The woman's expression changed from hesitation to disgust. Hesta said that she could help to compensate part of the money this time, but she should not hit the child again.

"I'm not from your garden, don't tell me what to do! I pay to live here, it's none of your business if I take care of the children!" The woman changed the position of her hand holding the broom, "This is not the first time she has stolen something, you have to pay a little this time, and a little next time, can you pay it all?"

After saying that, the woman twisted her daughter's ear with one hand.

"Go back with me!"

Everyone watched the little girl being carried away like a chicken, and no one spoke for a while, until Hesta looked at the people around him and said, "Lelin, I'm not very good at talking, can you come over and take a look?"

……

The estate of Tryon.

Although Chloe hoped that she would never get sick again, and it would be best if she would develop a chronic illness so that Kovicik would know how much she cared about him, the fifteen-year-old body had amazing vitality. Since Fatima began to watch her daughter take the medicine properly, she recovered quickly.

However, Chloe still couldn't cheer up. She spent every day in a daze and nothing could arouse her interest. She longed to see Kovicik, but everyone laughed at her wish, which made her even more miserable.

At the dinner table, Trion was in a good mood. He reminded Fatima that Hesta would come to their house in the afternoon and she should be prepared. Fatima said she was ready.

"Oh my God!" Trion couldn't help but sigh, "The Inspector turned out to be her! She swapped identities with the people around her, who would have thought of this - if you weren't there, you would definitely be shocked!"

Fatima smiled slightly and continued to cut the lamb chops on the plate calmly as usual.

"Chloe," Trion looked at his daughter jokingly, "Has Kovichik contacted you recently?"

The daughter looked at her father resentfully and said nothing.

"Hahaha," Trion laughed. "Give up. I don't think Kovichik will come to you again! I told you long ago that people like Kovichik, who suffered a lot since childhood and suddenly became rich, can't stand the gentleness of women. If you want to capture him, you must be gentle and affectionate - how can you keep a man with your personality?"

Chloe's cheeks suddenly lost all color, and she held the spoon with difficulty, trying hard not to cry.

The meal was eaten quickly, and Trion went upstairs to take a nap after eating, leaving Chloe and Fatima sitting in the dining room.

Fatima looked at her daughter and sighed, "Chloe."

Chloe didn't move.

"Tell mom," Fatima said, "are you still obsessed with Kovicik?"