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Trip to Whitechapel

Libella couldn't help but ridicule the author of this novel again. Why did he set his female lead to be so unlikable?

How much hatred did he have for his female lead?

Libella looked at the stunned boys and girls with a black face and silently withdrew her gaze. She didn't want to argue with children.

There was another friend sitting at the table. When Benben saw Libella come out of the room, excitement flashed across his face for a moment, but the people around him looked at Libella with disgust. He slowly withdrew his left foot. Libella's gaze scraped across his face like a thorn. He lowered his head and felt guilty.

In fact, Libella was … not bad …

Benben thought absentmindedly, but she wasn't that good. Well, she wasn't liked by everyone … so … if only she could be more likable, then he wouldn't be embarrassed to care about her now. It was all Libella's fault.

Libella certainly didn't know that she had taken the blame. She calmly walked to Davis. She didn't feel anything when she stood next to Benben, but now standing next to Davis, she found that she wasn't very tall.

"Davis, thank you for the mashed potatoes."

Libella looked up and smiled at Davis, but she didn't know that her reaction made the people around the table widen their eyes in surprise and even start whispering.

"She spoke?"

"She even smiled …"

"God, Libella is crazy."

"Did you see a ghost today?"

No one knew who asked this question, but Benben, the only one who went out with Libella, was locked by everyone's gazes. He immediately became uneasy and stammered, "I, I think Libella is fine today …"

Libella is fine?

Did he know what he was talking about?

The children snorted. Benben and Libella were fools.

Libella was silent …

Speaking of which, the original female lead wasn't wronged at all. She was an unpopular character who could see strange things and didn't like to talk. She was the female lead who only knew how to bully children. How could such a big white lotus not be ridiculed by the readers?

Libella calmly thought, but so far, she hadn't received any reminders not to destroy the original plot. Anyway, the author had already destroyed Sherlock's character. So what if she destroyed the female lead's character?

She didn't want to be bullied by a group of naughty children.

"Hey, I also think I'm fine," Libella grinned at the naughty children. "After all, Davis personally fed me mashed potatoes today, and the police uncle gave me a bag of chocolate biscuits."

She proudly took out something from her pocket and waved it in front of the group of brats. She said cheekily, "Are you stupid? You don't have that right? You can only run away when you see the police, right?"

The naughty children's faces immediately turned red, and they all waved their fists, indicating that they wanted to beat Li Bella up.

— — So childish.

Libella indifferently rolled her eyes at the naughty children. But when dealing with children, this kind of childish method was effective.

I'll anger you guys to death, humph.

The naughty children were still shouting. Libella rested her chin on her hand and looked at Davis who was helping her prepare dinner in the kitchen. She casually glanced at the dining table and found that her useless teammate Benben guiltily looked away.

Okay, this kid was also a little coward.

Libella's mouth twitched. This expression fell into Benben's eyes and immediately had a different meaning. He began to blame himself for not having the courage to help Libella. After all, Libella was a girl and she was so thin.

But thinking about it carefully, whether it was his former friends or the people sitting beside him now, everyone actually hated Libella because she never fought back when hit or scolded …

At this moment, Davis had already come over with a plate of spaghetti. He also brought a small bowl of soup and placed it next to Libella. He looked at her with a smile.

"Is it good?"

Davis seemed to not know what these children were thinking. He had always cared about Libella and Benben. It could even be said that he favored them.

Libella said honestly, "It's a little salty."

The conversation between the two was particularly ear-piercing in the ears of the people at the table. Some people began to feel indignant. Libella actually dared to be picky about Davis's good intentions. She was indeed still that annoying person.

Libella, however, smiled and continued to look up at Davis. "The mashed potatoes are also a little salty. Maybe Davis's taste is heavy?"

Davis was stunned and smiled dotingly. He touched his nose and said, "That seems to be the case."

But the brat did not notice Davis's gentle whisper and continued to mock Libella. "Why don't you say that it's because you haven't eaten good food, so you can't taste the saltiness at all!"

Davis frowned. This made the other children feel a little guilty, but Davis had a good temper and had never been angry with them.

As usual, he only touched Libella's head and said, "Don't worry about them."

"It's okay. Thank you, Davis."

Libella replied and then finished the plate of spaghetti in a few bites. Her movements were quick and neat, completely different from her usual shy manner.

Davis retracted his hand and looked at her thoughtfully. "I always feel that Libella is a little different …"

Libella calmly said the words she had thought of, word by word. It was indeed very different from the Libella from before. "Because I don't want to live like this anymore, Davis."

No one at the table spoke, only the sound of Libella moving the knife and fork. The others looked at each other, unable to understand the meaning of Libella's words. Did she dislike them or did she mean something else?

But with Libella's courage, how could she dislike them? There must be a deeper meaning to her words.

"I'm done eating."

Libella put down the fork and reached for the tissue on the table next to her. Her skinny hand looked particularly scary. She paused and awkwardly put her hand back into the long sleeves of her windbreaker. Then she turned to Davis again and said, "Davis, I want to take a bath."

Davis was still in a daze. He did not expect the taciturn Libella to say such words. When he heard Libella take the initiative to ask for a bath, he was even more happy. "Of course, I'll take you there. There's a small bathroom at the back of our orphanage. The water should be ready."

Orphanage?

Libella looked at Davis in confusion, but the latter obviously did not understand her doubts. He thought she was curious about the bathroom in the orphanage.

"You've always refused to stay here, so you don't know."

Davis looked at Libella with a smile. After so long, the little girl's blue eyes finally lit up.

But Libella left the table without saying a word. She quickly ran out the door and disappeared into the night.

Libella's meal was an eye-opener for the children. Now, her strange behavior made them feel at ease.

Yes, this kind of freak was Libella. The person who shouted for a bath was definitely not Libella.

Davis thoughtfully watched the little girl run away. He simply stood up and walked out the door.

Indeed, Libella did not like to stay in the orphanage, but Libella also did not know how to run, but she ran very fast just now.

Davis walked out of the dining room, and the atmosphere at the table behind him became lively again. Benben hesitated for a moment, but still carefully left the table and walked towards Davis. He wanted to know if Libella really left.

Noticing the footsteps behind him, Davis turned his head and saw a boy whose head reached his chest walking over. He turned back and smiled, and walked out with the boy.

Just as the two reached the door, they were suddenly blinded by the sudden headlights of a car. They could not help but raise their hands to block the light. Through the gaps between their fingers, they could see a thin figure standing against the light outside the orphanage. It was Libella. She was looking up and focused on the sign of the orphanage.

Libella's mouth twitched.

Whitechapel...

So it was...

Whitechapel Orphanage...

So Whitechapel was not the name of the place, but the name of the orphanage?

The headlights of the car behind her helped to illuminate the night, and she could roughly see the place.

It was a quaint building with red bricks and tiles. It was about four stories high, and there was a wooden sign at the door with the words Whitechapel Orphanage written crookedly on it.

The person who turned on the car's headlights stopped in front of the orphanage, and not long after, turned off the lights. Then two people got out of the car, a man and a woman. They looked like a couple, and they walked straight towards the orphanage.

Libella turned back and looked in the direction of the car, trying to recognize who it was. Suddenly, a warm hand appeared on her shoulder. Libella looked up and saw Davis' chin. He was looking at the person who got out of the car, and next to him was Benben, who had followed behind. He still felt guilty and did not dare to look directly at Libella.

"Mr. Davis —"

A pleasant female voice came from the man and woman. Libella cast her gaze on the two people again, and then she saw a woman in a long dress walking over. She had a well-proportioned figure and well-defined facial features. She seemed to be a strict person, but her smile softened a lot.

A man stood behind her with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Against the light, Libella could not see his face clearly. The two people were slowly walking towards them.

"Nina Hathaway... Miss..." Davis seemed to remember who the visitor was, and there was a smile in his voice again. "It's so late, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Suni," the woman called Hathaway said worriedly. "I'm very sad that her parents encountered such a thing. I heard that she was transferred here, so I came to see her."

"You're really a teacher who loves her job."

Davis complimented and led her inside. Libella looked away from Miss Hathaway, but she heard the man's surprised voice behind her.

"This is Whitechapel?"

They looked back, and Davis happened to open the door. The light in the room poured out, illuminating the man's face.

Libella's eyes widened.