Chapitre 89: CHAPTER 89

The boy ran over to hug my leg when he saw how dazed I was.

He held on tight, refusing to let go.

"Why don't I take you back, little boy?" The female police officer coaxed.

The boy shook his head as he sobbed and continued holding onto my leg.

I helplessly looked at Dexter. And at the same time, I felt incredibly shocked.

These two boys–the teen who'd been instructed to kill Juliet, and the little boy in front of me–definitely knew who I was.

"He likes you. You can take him back." Dexter walked up to me and blocked me from Zion's view.

I felt guilty and was concerned Zion might see through me.

"If the boy likes you so much, you can take him home first if you want to," Zion also relented.

I heaved a sigh of relief and held the boy's hand. "Do you want to go back home with me?"

The boy obediently nodded.

Then, I crouched down and asked him, "What's your name?"