People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

It was evening.

I spent a busy afternoon at the orphanage, moving odds and ends, mowing the lawn...

Suren sat on the bench and rubbed his shoulders. This kind of housework was more tiring than slaying demons.

He and Patty went to the office to say goodbye to the nun.

They discovered that the couple who brought them there hadn't left yet, and were instead arguing with Sister Abigail in the office.

John, the husband, insisted on adopting Esther today, but the nun firmly refused.

After Su Lun's reminder, she made a point of checking Esther's background information that afternoon.

But the result sent a chill down her spine.

Not only could no records of Esther's past be found on the website, but even the Russian orphanage mentioned in the file could not be found when contacted by phone.

"I told you, I'm taking her with me! I can complete all the paperwork afterwards!"

John slammed his hand on the table in frustration.

"John, calm down, the nun has her own difficulties..."

His wife, Kate, stood by and offered quiet words of advice.

"This is not your decision!"

John whirled around, saying mercilessly, "If you hadn't been such a heavy drinker, almost killing our child, who knows if our third child would have died in the womb because of the alcohol in your system?!"

These words were like a knife, deeply piercing Kate's body.

Her face turned deathly pale, she covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

Patty, who was standing outside the door, couldn't stand it any longer.

She flung open the slightly ajar door, angrily demanding, "What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard?!"

John turned around and gave the young girl a cold look.

"This is our family matter, and it's none of your business to interfere."

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At this moment, Esther, who had been standing quietly in the corner, flashed a hint of resentment on her lowered face.

My disguise was perfect, so who betrayed me?!

Sister Abigail, seeing the tense atmosphere among the crowd, said, "I've already called the police."

"Once the police come and investigate the suspicious points in her file, and if they confirm there are no problems, you can proceed with the adoption procedures at any time."

"But now, no one can take her away."

Upon hearing this, Esther's pupils contracted slightly.

Once the police get involved and conduct bone age and fingerprint comparisons, her secret, which she has kept hidden for many years, will be completely exposed, and she will be taken back to that mental hospital!

She had to find a way to break the deadlock, disrupt the situation, and escape.

Esther's gaze swept across the office, finally settling on Suren standing at the door, and she made up her mind.

This stranger, after exchanging a few words with the nun that afternoon, caused the nun's attitude towards him to completely change.

Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite!

She quietly took half a step back, reached for a sharp paper cutter on the desk, and hid it in her sleeve.

Then, Esther seemed frightened by John's angry appearance, and like a startled fawn, she slowly retreated towards the door, only to bump right into Suren.

While everyone's attention was focused on the argument between Kate and John,

Without hesitation, Esther used the blade to slash her own forearm!

"what!"

A terrified scream drew everyone's attention; blood stained her sleeves and dripped to the ground.

As she fell, she casually tossed the blood-stained paper cutter to Suren's feet.

While clutching her bleeding arm, she pointed fearfully at Suren, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't kill me...please don't kill me! Father John, save me!"

"He threatened me, saying... if I went with you, he would kill me."

This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

Patty's eyes widened; she had noticed Esther the moment she started moving.

Seeing the other person's incredibly realistic performance, he was immediately furious: "What nonsense are you spouting?! It was clearly you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Suren grabbed his wrist.

Suren shook his head at her; he wanted to see what tricks Esther could pull.

John saw Esther lying injured on the ground, her innocent, watery eyes looking at him.

A strong protective instinct surged through him, and as if bewitched by some force, he swung his fist and charged at Suren.

"You scumbag!"

Suren didn't hold back either, delivering a heavy punch.

"Bang!"

John's eyes bulged out, he clutched his stomach in pain, and collapsed to the ground like a boiled shrimp, convulsing uncontrollably.

"Calm down, sir."

Suren looked down at him and said calmly.

Sister Abigail hurriedly rummaged through a drawer for a first-aid kit and ran over to bandage Esther's wounds.

She glanced at the paper cutter on the ground, then at the expressionless Suren: "Mr. Suren, what is this...?"

She did suspect there was some misunderstanding, but the facts before her made it hard for her not to waver.

After all, how could such an innocent and delicate little girl be so vicious as to hurt herself with a knife and frame others?

Esther, her face filled with fear, secretly glanced at Suren out of the corner of her eye, a subtle smirk playing on her lips.

Adults often blindly sympathize with the weak; as long as they act pitiful enough, all the blame will naturally fall on this damned man.

Seeing Esther's supposedly flawless performance, Suren not only didn't defend herself, but instead stepped forward, grabbed Esther by the collar in front of everyone, and lifted her up.

"Ah! What are you doing?! Let her go!"

The nun cried out and tried to stop her.

Suren ignored the shouts of the crowd and stared coldly into Esther's smug eyes.

"Your acting is really terrible."

He raised his hand and slapped Esther across the face.

"Snapped!"

Esther's face instantly swelled up and turned red, and the braces she was using to disguise her teeth were knocked off.

Instead of showing any fear, a hint of triumphant satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Go ahead and hit me; the harder you hit me, the more convincing your guilt will be.

When the police arrive, charges of intentional assault and child abuse will be enough to put you in jail for several years.

John, recovering from his fall, looked at Esther being beaten and cursed, "Damn it! How could you lay a hand on a child!"

"child?"

Suren threw Esther on the ground, scoffed, and pointed to the surveillance camera in the corner of the office.

"Everyone, this isn't some kind of brainless movie. We live in a society governed by the rule of law, and we value evidence."

Esther looked in the direction he was pointing, and the cold smile on her lips froze instantly, her face turning deathly pale.

John, completely oblivious to Esther's guilty conscience, struggled to his feet, glared venomously at Suren, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Yes! Check the security footage! Sister, save the video immediately! I'm calling the police, I'm going to sue you, you lunatic!"