The little girl, talking as if offering a treasure, held up the fragments in her dirty little hands and said, "I've found a lot already..."
Jeremiah, in a sudden impulse, hugged the little girl into his arms, completely ignoring her dirty appearance and unpleasant smell, "I'm sorry."
These three words were rarely uttered from his mouth, yet this time, he said them to a mere five-year-old.
"Master?" The little girl was stunned, seemingly not understanding why the master would hug her and say sorry, "I'm dirty, don't hug... don't hug..."
But Jeremiah seemed not to hear, still holding onto this small body, his heart filled with unstoppable guilt.
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Watching the master and her daughter piecing together the dirty poster fragments in the servant's room, Amelia Foster felt a kind of incredulity.
