Seeing that we have been accompanying them all this time, both of them were embarrassed and got into the car, thanking us all the way.
After sending them back to their place in the city, Sonia's mother looked at me and said, "Mrs. Roberts, thank you for sending us back. The road here is narrow, and your car might find it hard to get in. Thank you so much today. You can just drop us off here, we will walk back ourselves."
Hendrix originally planned to drive in, but like how Sonia's mother said, we couldn't drive the car in, so he had to stop the car here and let them walk home by themselves.
Staring at the retreating backs of the elderly couple on the narrow dirt road, Hendrix asked, "Did they live here before?"
I was stunned for a moment and shook my head slightly. "I'm not clear on this. I've heard before from Evan that their house was gambled away by Eason. After that, they lived with Sonia in a rented house. It should be here."
The buildings in this area were old, and the construction facilities were inconvenient. There were safety hazards here, but fortunately, living was cheap. At least they could survive.
Hendrix watched as the couple's silhouette gradually grew smaller and smaller. He hesitated for a moment before asking me, "How long has it been since Sonia passed?"
"It's almost three or four months!"
The noise came from behind an old building. Hendrix used his phone to light up the area and found a narrow path. Only one person could go through it at a time. Hendrix looked and told me, "Follow me. But be careful!"
I nodded and followed him. We walked along the path for a while and saw a small courtyard of more than ten square meters. A lot of things had been thrown out there.
The light was dim, but the courtyard could be seen clearly. They were some daily necessities, old pots and bowls, clothes, and other messy things.
"Old b*stards, you have all kept these things in my house rent-free for a few months now. It's kind enough of me that I never asked you for a deposit fee, yet you still had the audacity to come back and ask me for these things. Don't be so shameless. I don't even want any of these! What a mess! Take them all away. Then get out of here!" The one who spoke was a stocky middle-aged woman. We could roughly make out her appearance in the dim light. She was wearing a cheap marten coat, exaggerated gold hoop earrings, and her mouth was smeared with scary bright red lipstick. At the same time she was yelling, she was throwing all Of the old couple's belongings out into the yard.
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