Chapter 171. No Angel…

LEE

“Please forgive my son…” A man who looked to be in his 50s clasped his hands together while his young son, who seemed to be around five or six years old, stood between his legs, sucking his thumb.

The man was addressing the manager of The Book Talks, whose name, if I remembered correctly, was Norman (though I wasn’t really sure because this was the first time I had seen him because as a manager, he was usually upstairs in his office on the second floor). “We’re just poor… please… please don’t make us pay… my son didn’t mean to knock over the bookshelf…” The man seemed on the verge of tears, his voice cracking as he spoke.

While the man was pleading, I glanced at Norman, who looked absolutely furious based on the deep furrow of his brow. Not only was his brow furrowed, but he was also scratching his head vigorously, a clear sign of the frustration he was feeling at the moment.

Not wanting to get involved, I decided to approach Aiden and Jackson, wh