Chapter 521 The Grudge-Holding Kid

Chapter 521 The Grudge-Holding Kid

Even though it was already autumn, the visitor was still wearing flip-flops.

The person had a large cloth bag slung over their shoulder, with a few comic books inside.

He was whistling, seemingly in a good mood.

Alvin squinted his eyes in the dark.

Alvin recognized this person.

It was the leader of the group of punks from the other day, the one who personally stole Emily's money and even used his worn-out basketball shoes to lift Emily's chin.

Emily's frail and unhealthy body was trembling beside Alvin.

Emily's pure and innocent eyes were filled with terror, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

This was genuine fear.

She clung tightly to Alvin's coat, hoping for a bit of comforting reassurance.

However, the somewhat oblivious Alvin didn't notice such a subtle reaction.

Alvin raised the corner of his mouth and said proudly, "Emily, watch how I deal with him for you!"

Just as he finished speaking, the punk seemed to trip over something, losing control and stumbling forward.

He staggered a few steps and fell flat on his face.

The boy quickly got up and looked around.

Seeing no one had witnessed his embarrassing fall, he sighed in relief.

He rubbed his sore butt.

"What the hell tripped me!"

The punk bent down and found a thick, long rope on the ground.

He yanked it hard in frustration.

With a loud crash!

A bucket of dirty, stinky water poured down from above!

Instantly, he was drenched to the bone!

"What the hell!"

The punk started to retch, some of the dirty water trickling into his mouth.

He was soaked, water everywhere.

"Who set me up! Come out!"

As he roared in anger, Alvin had already approached him from behind.

Then, he suddenly threw a burlap sack over the punk!

With his right hand, he grabbed a big stick and, with lightning speed, struck the punk on the head.

The punk didn't even have time to struggle before he was knocked out.

His body went limp, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Not so cocky now, huh?"

Alvin laughed triumphantly, hitting him again and again without mercy.

Feeling that hitting wasn't enough, he started kicking him.

He kicked until he was exhausted.

"Dare to bully me and the people I protect? This is your karma!" Alvin said, striding over to Emily and putting his arm around her shoulder, full of swagger.

"Let's go!"

Emily looked incredulously at the motionless person wrapped in the burlap sack, then turned her admiring gaze to Alvin's face.

Emily's gaze was so intense that Alvin felt a bit embarrassed.

"Do you think I'm amazing?"

Emily nodded without hesitation.

Alvin chuckled a bit sheepishly, "Of course! No one has ever bullied me and gotten away with it."

As he said this, Alvin silently crossed Luann's name off his list.

Luann was too much of a freak, good at everything.

After finally getting a little revenge by signing her up for a racing competition, she ended up stealing the spotlight.

Sigh!

"Come on, let's start our new day!"

After saying this, Alvin and Emily parted ways to collect bottles.

Until the night sky was devoid of stars, they each dragged two burlap sacks and met at their usual spot.

"Today's haul is pretty good!" Alvin wiped the sweat off his face, his sunny smile looking especially warm under the flickering old streetlight.

Emily nodded at his words, her small, sharp-chinned face lighting up with a pure smile.

Emily was like a newly bloomed flower in this world, pure and unblemished.

Her not-so-striking features were made particularly pleasant by that smile, making her a delight to behold.

"Let's go home."

Alvin extended his hand to her.

That dirty little hand reached out.

Alvin took it without hesitation.

Their shadows, one tall and one short, stretched long.

They soon returned to the familiar alley.

Alvin chattered all the way.

"Today was so satisfying!"

"Not only did I deal with that jerk, but I also made so much money."

"Tomorrow I'm going to buy some good food to treat myself."

"Oh right, I bought some meat for tonight, let's have something good to eat, okay?"

Alvin took out a small piece of meat wrapped in a bag from the burlap sack.

He couldn't help but swallow.

Emily was amused by him and laughed, showing a small, cute canine tooth.

She nodded.

Alvin cheered and started to fantasize.

"Do you think we should stir-fry this or just stew it? Stewing might be more satisfying! But..."

Their steps came to an abrupt halt.

The previously relaxed atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

They had stopped at their front door.

However, the simple little house was completely dark inside.

Usually, Trevor would leave the light on for them.

No matter how late, he would wait.

Alvin's heart sank, a bad feeling rising from the depths of his heart.

In fact, after spending this time together, he could tell that Trevor's health was failing.

Years of illness had taken their toll, and his body was at the end of its rope.

Alvin cautiously spoke, holding onto a sliver of hope, "Emily, don't worry, maybe Trevor was just tired today and went to bed early."

Emily uncharacteristically ignored his words and burst through the door.

The house was chilly.

Colder than usual.

In the dark room, only the open door let in a patch of cold moonlight.

By that dim light, they saw Trevor lying motionless on the bed.

Emily ran over, placing her hand on Trevor's shoulder and gently shaking him.

Her eyes were wide open, devoid of much emotion, only filled with confusion and helplessness.

Alvin's heart skipped a beat.

He had already guessed the outcome.

He tentatively called out.

His voice was like a stone disturbing the calm surface of a lake, trembling uncontrollably.

"Trevor?"

The elderly, frail Trevor lay there with his eyes closed, his face as pale as a corpse, devoid of any color.

Alvin's Adam's apple moved with difficulty, and he shakily reached out to check his breath.

One second...

Five seconds...

Ten seconds...

No warm breath.

Nothing at all.

Emily's grandfather was dead.