Chapter 217 He Lowered His Head

Victor Langston's rented room was in a cluttered little alley.

He could still smell the stench of the gutter on his way there.

His electric bike was parked in front of a dilapidated dangerous building.

During her years in prison, Grace Land had almost cured herself of the high-class ailments she once had.

However, as she followed her son into that cramped room, she couldn't help but cry.

The room was only large enough to fit a bed, a small table, and a tiny toilet.

The entire environment was simple and narrow.

"Mom, don't cry. I have to go to work. If you're hungry, you can cook some noodles for yourself. The noodles are over there."

Victor Langston pointed at the only table in the room.

On the table, there was an induction cooker, noodles, and some seasoning.

Grace Land wiped away her tears—she had hoped to enjoy a nice meal today after getting out of that place, and yet she was greeted by noodles.

She managed to force a faint smile, "I understand."