The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2112 Cameron took a sip from the porridge and replied, “It‘s true. There are only this many people in this fishing village. The youngsters have all left the Eastern Islands, and those that stayed behind are old people. A very small number of middle–aged people refuse to leave because of their parents, so they stay on the islands to do fishing business.” The old lady nodded and sighed. “Most of us in the village are poor illegal immigrants from Eurasia. If it hadn‘t been for Mr. Southern Sr. to take us to the islands and allow the men in the village the opportunity to work in the fishing business so that we could earn some money to support our families, we wouldn‘t know where we would be now.” 

The old lady had a son and daughter too, but they were working in Eurasia and would come back to visit them from time to time. However, they were old. They couldn‘t go so far with their son and daughter anymore, so they had to stay on the Eastern Islands. 

Waylon looked at Cameron but did not say anything. After Cameron finished her porridge, she asked, “Can I have another one, madam? Your porridge tastes so sweet.” 

The old lady chuckled and replied, “Sure. I‘ll go get one more portion for you.” 

The old lady was friendly. Perhaps she was too lonely, so she was happy when she had guests. When Cameron realized that Waylon was staring at her, she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

He squinted and said, “I didn‘t expect that your father would be the one who helped them here in this fishing village.” 

he was skeptical about it. After all, it was very rare for someone like Sunny, who was

said, “My father is a kind–hearted man. He values friendship and loyalty over everything else. If not, why would he keep an eye closed

like the way he handles The Serpents very

ambition, and The Serpents are the best example.” After that, she added, “But he‘s my

his lips

wiser than she

just that he was already old. He did not want to fight for those useless things anymore, and he wanted to have peace. Just like his great–grandfather, who once valued nothing more than

in the time he had left. The old lady brought the porridge out of the kitchen. Cameron rose to her feet and took over the porridge. “Thank

you still want some more, you can go inside and get it yourself.” She looked outside and continued. “The rain has stopped, so I have to go back to work.” After that, she walked into the courtyard. Cameron turned her head around and saw that Waylon hadn‘t touched his porridge yet. She asked,