Chapter 6

She smiled slightly, politely replying: "Yes, I will."

By 10 pm, the restaurant had no customers. The sound of tables and chairs creaking as they moved back and forth. The space became quiet, everyone was tired and no one said anything.

When they finished their work, the staff left one by one.

The sound of the sliding door slowly lowered. In the quiet night, occasionally there was the sound of a few motorbikes passing by. Rosabella suddenly stopped, standing there looking for a while. This was the intersection between two towns considered the busiest in city B, so many people were passing by. This must be the most famous "night owl street". The music in the nightclub was loud, the bar was noisy, people were walking around the pub, and there were also couples hugging passionately in dark corners that few people could see.

But no matter how splendid and luxurious the street was, it was not for her. Her wandering feet hurriedly walked to the end of the main road and she turned into a small alley. A straight road, the pavement was narrow, and her small feet kept stepping over to avoid the potholes, feeling like they were too familiar.

The night was eerily quiet, all the houses had turned off the lights and gone to sleep. No one turned into that small alley anymore because she was always the last one to return home from the neighborhood.

Her feet stopped in front of the yard when a child ran out to greet her. It was her younger brother, Tony, very mischievous but he was a sensible child and loved Rosabella very much. Tony was ten years old this year but was as tall as Rosabella's armpit, his skin was white and smooth, his face was innocent and his bright smile revealed two broken front teeth from changing his baby teeth.

The boy quickly pulled her hand and said as he walked, "Come inside quickly, it's cold outside."

As soon as he entered the room, Rosabella glanced at the cup of hot milk on the table and smiled to herself. After all, she still had a little brother who cared about her.

Tony stuck his neck out to look around, then slammed the door and locked it from the inside, ran to get the cup of milk and gave it to Rosabella, whispering,

"Drink it quickly, I secretly made it for you."

Rosabella trembled as she took the cup of milk, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes filled with tears, she took a small sip and patted her little brother's head,

"I drank it, now it's your turn, let's drink together?"

Tony grinned, immediately picked up the cup of milk, and poured it into his mouth.

There was a knock on the door, her heart suddenly beat unusually fast, and her face was full of worry because she was sure it was her foster mother. Rosabella's hands trembled, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently opened the door. The person outside saw the door was only slightly open and pushed it hard, causing the door to hit her head. Rosabella held her head with both hands, the wound swollen like an egg in the middle of her forehead. She was in real pain but her foster mother didn't care, her eyes looked at her with hatred, and she pulled Tony out.

Rosabella was stunned and tried to go back to bed, lying down and sighing.

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The next morning, just in time for dawn, Rosabella hurried out of the house. A bandage was placed on her forehead to cover the swelling from the night before. Her face was confused, her legs were running like the wind, and her mouth was panting continuously.

She had just left the alley when a shiny black Audi turned and stopped right in front of the Brown house.

His grandfather and grandson got out of the car and looked around. It was an old house, the walls were covered with green moss, and the door was closed temporarily with many wooden planks put together. There was nothing valuable around.

Cayle reached out to knock on the door but the door opened by itself, so he had to go inside. The inside of the house was even more desolate, the roof tiles were broken in many places, the floor was covered with cement, the furniture was makeshift and simple, and the old walls were full of cracks. It was truly heartbreaking.

Cayle looked around but saw no one and shouted: "Is anyone home?"

A man in his eighties, with shaky legs, a hunched back, and blurred vision, came out of the house and asked weakly: "Who is calling?"

Cayle helped his grandfather slowly walk in. Mr. Usha saw his old friend and was overwhelmed with emotion. He hugged him tightly, tremblingly saying:

"Zohar Brown, long time no see."

Mr. Zohar was also extremely happy, he never expected to see his soul mate again at the end of his life:

"Are you Usha? Are you Usha?"

Mr. Usha kept nodding: "It must be me. I am Usha Romano."

The three sat across from each other at the old table and chairs with faded paint in the living room. The eyes of the two old men were blurred, so they squinted a little to see each other better. Now both of them are old, their hair and beard are white, their skin is wrinkled, their bodies are weak, they are no longer like before, only one thing is still intact, that is "friendship, soulmate".

Mr. Usha coughed a few times, and slowly said: "This time I came here first to visit you, then to discuss the old marriage agreement between our two families."

Mr. Zohar hesitated a bit, stammered: "This matter... I'm afraid it's difficult to happen. After all, the Romano family is very famous now, so they choose a daughter-in-law with equal social status. As for my family... you see."

Mr. Usha kept shaking his head, smiling to reassure his spirit: "No, no, I'm choosing a wife for my nephew, not choosing a business partner, we don't need to have a suitable social status."