Mrs. Carter suddenly remembered the little boy who saved Eve, only to find he had already left, leaving her feeling regretful.
"The child was wearing a mask the entire time, and I didn't even get a clear look at his brows and eyes.
If I knew what he looked like, I definitely want to thank him."
Though it was just a brief encounter, Mrs. Carter felt an inexplicable fondness for that child, her gaze falling on Eve as she silently estimated in her heart, "That child looks about three years old, even smaller than Eve."
At the same time, Mrs. Carter felt more pained, "How could such a young child be alone outside? Could it be that he was abandoned by irresponsible parents too?"
The more Mrs. Carter thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She turned and glared at her son Carlos.
"Someone wants to kill you? Could it be..."
