Bab 120: The Villain King (Part 4)

That day he brought home a little girl of red hair and golden eyes, though the dirt and dust in her face and hair hid them. She looked innocent but at the same time wary of everything and everyone. 

He found her difficult to understand. She didn't tremble when she was being chased around by the fierce old woman in the mall and the policemen, however, she didn't dare to look at him.

Her gaze was lowered, and her hands kept playing with her pants, squeezing the fabrics.

"What is your name?"

Henry asked while he was in the car. He made Jano take the girl inside the car.

"I don't know," she answered with a soft voice, "I don't have one."

She didn't want to say it. The many names those people in that house called her were not considered proper. So she decided to stop using her name. The streets didn't need it, though.

"Tell me," Henry pressed her, "or else I will give you one you won't like."

"I don't care."