I’m so sleepy.
Gabriel rubbed his little nose, his forehead resting against the mottled wall, drowsy and sleepy, his eyelids about to fall to the ground.
Suddenly, a cold light shone from the side.
A dagger was pressed against his little face, and Gabriel turned his head a little blankly, looking at Enrico, who was crouching beside him with a gloomy face, “What’s wrong? Are we going to eat?”
“…”
He’s about to die, and he’s thinking about eating?
Enrico held the dagger horizontally in his hand, “Who are you?”
He was more interested in the boy’s origins than in where he got the smoke and why he was using it to help him.
They had the same eyes, as if they had been inherited.
And apart from the eyes, the rest of the child’s facial features always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Like… Paige?
Realizing this, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that this was too absurd.
“Me?”
Gabriel blinked twice. His father really couldn’t recognize him. He sighed inwardly, then pretended to be cute, and said in a babyish voice, “I’m my father’s child.”
Although he didn’t know what the world meant a hundred years ago, he had lived here with Uncle Rafael for a while, and he had seen the lives of the people around him and imitated them very well, so he spoke without giving himself away.
“Who is your father?”
Enrico asked coldly, bringing the knife closer to his delicate neck.
Gabriel still felt a little uncomfortable with the cold touch on his neck. He looked at the man in front of him, his small hand holding the metal ball hanging from his neck, and said seriously, “My father is just my father. He walks like this and that. I’ll show you.”
As he spoke, he deviously avoided Enrico’s knife, stood up from the ground, and walked like Rafael, stuttering and stumbling as if his phone had jammed, looking as if he had a problem with his central nervous system.
Enrico looked at him coldly and remembered that there was indeed such a person in the crowd near the execution platform before.
His hands and feet didn’t work very well, but he still had to save people.
It was too far away for Enrico to see clearly, but did that person have grey eyes?
Was that his father?
That person seemed to have been standing behind Paige the whole time.
Enrico stared at the child in front of him with a dark expression in his eyes and said in a low voice, “What is the relationship between your father and Paige?”
Why are there so many questions…
He still had to listen to adults, and couldn’t just say that he was his son.
“…relatives,”
Gabriel said after standing there and thinking for a while. Uncle Rafael and Daddy were good friends, and he was also his godfather, so Uncle Rafael and Mommy…naturally they were relatives.
Relatives.
No wonder the child looked a bit like Paige.
Then did their grey eyes, which were the same, mean that they were related in another way?
Enrico had no doubts about what Gabriel had said.
In an adult’s perception, children can’t lie, but Gabriel is no ordinary child. Not only can he lie, he’s also very good at it.
Gabriel stood there, looking at him with blinking eyes and a sweet face, sincere beyond belief.
“Where did you get the ecstasy?” Enrico continued his interrogation.
“You mean the smoke that made me fall asleep?”
Gabriel pulled up his trousers and squatted in front of him, chatting away very naturally, ‘I’ll tell you, I went there specifically to rescue you!’
“Rescue me?” Enrico narrowed his eyes.
The house was very small, with an unpleasant smell from having been vacant for too long. The only light came from the snow outside, making it dark.
The two of them squatted face-to-face on the ground as Gabriel gesticulated, “Yes, I found that Aunt Kelsey was acting strange, and she might do something bad to you, so I snuck after her into a big house. I climbed in through the doggy door. Wasn’t that clever?”
“…”
Enrico stuck the dagger into the ground and waited for this little mouth to continue talking.
“Then I went in to look for you, but I couldn’t find you, so I went into a room and found some really pretty little bottles. I opened them and hey-”
Enrico looked at him coldly, ‘speak properly.’
What’s this opera?
“Oh.”
Scolded, Gabriel hunched down a little, his small hands drawing circles on the ground. “I looked for a while, then I fell asleep. When I woke up, no one was outside anymore, so I hurried outside and ran. When I got outside, I realized I was lost.”
“I saw everyone talking about going to get food, so I thought, maybe I can see you, and I followed them.”
Gabriel still feels a little breathless when he thinks about it.
There were really a lot of people, and he desperately pushed his way in, walking and crawling, squeezing and squeezing, until he finally managed to crawl into the center.
When he looked up, he saw a lot of guns pointed at his father.
He saw Daddy’s assistant and Mommy’s assistant, and they were both pointing guns at Daddy.
These past two days, he’s heard a lot of people talking about how Daddy is no longer Daddy, and some people he doesn’t know talking about killing JT…
He knows that JT they’re talking about is Daddy, and that Daddy now has someone else’s memories and doesn’t recognize anyone, and acts really strangely.
But he doesn’t care.
Daddy is Daddy.
Everyone wants to catch Daddy, but he won’t let them. No one can catch him!
Gabriel omitted his own mental activity and said with a small hand, “This is how I saved you. Am I awesome?”
His grape-like eyes were extremely bright.
After listening to his speech, Enrico asked the main point, “So why did you help me?”
He couldn’t say the word “save”.
He was saved by a child a few years old, and his face couldn’t hold back the shame.
“Because we have the same eyes, we are… very fated.”
The wonderful thing about the boy Gabriel is that he not only can lie, he can also make up a story that is not only plausible, but also incredibly sincere.
If Enrico was initially suspicious of the boy’s relationship to him, after Gabriel’s performance, he had nothing to doubt.
Children don’t falsely claim fathers.
And in his mind, it was even less likely that he would have such a child.
It was him who inexplicably came to help him.
It was also his JT’s life that should not end.
Enrico thought, staring at him with heavy eyes.
The next second, Enrico picked up the dagger on the ground, stood up and walked out. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a child appeared on his lap.
Enrico looked down, Gabriel was hugging his legs, looking up at him with a little face, a little anxious, “Where are you going? Don’t run around, they must be looking for you everywhere right now.”
“Let go, don’t make me kill you.”
Not to lay a hand on the people around Paige was already the greatest mercy he could show.
“I have to follow you. If I’m not by your side, when you get caught next time, no one will be able to save you.”
“…”
He didn’t deserve to be saved by a child every time.
Enrico felt humiliated and his tone got even worse, ‘I’m telling you for the last time, let go!’