Luke Summer was wandering aimlessly in the streets, not knowing where to get food.

Looking at the few pedestrians passing by and the bags they tried to protect, the eyes of this mechanically-loving and knowledgeable gentleman gradually turned red.

Unknowingly, he followed a person and followed him into a street.

With less than an hour to go, curfew would start, and this was one of his few opportunities.

The man stopped outside a house, and walked towards the door with vain steps.

At this moment, the man suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

Luke took a few steps back subconsciously, then quickly approached, and tested the pedestrian's breath.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the paper bag tightly held in his arms, and he smelled the aroma of baking bread.

Luke swallowed, and was about to reach for the bag.

While moving his palm, he looked back fearfully at the house the passer-by wanted to enter, and saw a child's graffiti-like picture pasted on the oriel window.

Luke's movements froze, and after a few seconds, he stood up, walked to the door of the house, and rang the doorbell.

The housewife and children inside quickly opened the door and saw the frail father and the bag of bread.

The curfew came soon, and Luke returned to Minsk Street frustrated and inferior.

As soon as he opened the door of his room, he saw his wife smiling and saying to him: "I have received the food!"

That's great... Luke heaved a sigh of relief, and hugged Starling tightly.

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Audrey walked in the streets and alleys, no one could see her.

She didn't speak, and walked all the way back to Queens, and walked back to the luxurious villa, smelling the aroma of fried foie gras and other delicacies.

After staring silently for a while, watching the comings and goings of the servants and maids, Audrey went upstairs and returned to her room.

In the middle of the night, wearing a cloak, she entered her parents' bedroom and came to their bed.

After staring deeply for a long time, Audrey knelt down on one knee and rested her forehead on her father's hand.

Drops of water slipped down and stained the carpet.

Then, the blond and blue-eyed aristocratic girl raised her head slowly, and said sobbingly to her sleeping parents, "Dad, Mom, thank you, thank you for teaching me what is compassion, what is kindness, and what is virtue."

As soon as the words fell, she closed her eyes, stood up abruptly, turned and walked to the door, her face no longer showing the slightest expression.

In the early morning, Earl Hall woke up at the time he was most used to, and took a walk in his garden and lawn.

When he finished seeing his beloved thoroughbreds, returned to the third floor of the villa, and changed out of his clothes, his wife Caitlin was already up, and was instructing the personal maid to pass on the arrangement that he had just thought of.

"It's time for breakfast." Earl Hall stood by the coat rack and said to his wife with a smile.

At this moment, he heard a noise coming from outside, and it was getting closer, without subsiding.

Frowning slightly, Earl Hall glanced sideways at his valet.

Without the nobleman needing to speak, the personal servant immediately walked to the window and pulled back the remaining layer of gauze curtain. JrNovels.com