Until the two of them sat in the taxi and the car started moving forward, he still hadn't let go.
Olivia Parker glanced sideways at the boy whose eyes were red from crying, reached over and poured him a small cup of water from a bottle.
"Drink up."
"Thank you, sister!"
The boy smiled at her and took the water, drinking it without any reservation.
"You're not calling me mom now?" Olivia Parker asked with a smile.
The boy lowered the cup and wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers.
"A hundred thousand."
"A hundred thousand?"
"Let me stay at your place, and I'll give you a hundred thousand a month," the boy said seriously, as if he were a businessman negotiating a cooperation plan at the table, "You provide food and shelter, and I pay."
Olivia Parker shrugged, "You don't have other family in Ebonmere?"
