Chapter 281 Unspeakable Hidden Visit

Bertice Didiloa was walking home in a trance. Although no one recognized her identity, she still felt something was wrong. Whenever someone glanced at her or whispered something. She would always subconsciously think that they were pointing fingers at herself.

What happened in court made her feel ashamed, especially when the knight of the dawn kept silent about her slander, she really had an urge to die. Consciously slander a good man, a benefactor who saved his life. This is really not something one person can do.

Mrs. Didiloa even felt that her soul must have been sold to the devil to do such a crazy thing.

How can I do this, how can I? She is constantly reflecting, but for what has been done. This introspection makes no sense.

Before she knew it, she had returned to her own home. It's a small apartment with barely room for a few people to move around, and it's too cramped for even one person. But here is the whole family of Mrs. Didiloa.

her son, her daughter. And her two granddaughters. Their family of five huddled in this small apartment, and just thinking about it made people feel the embarrassment of their lives.

I saw my mother walking back like a dead body. Sitting on the sofa, Francisco, who had seen everything happening on the TV, quickly stood up. He hugged his mother and comforted in a low voice.

"Mom, it's alright. It's alright, we'll be fine. It'll be fine for sure. The big deal is that our family doesn't stay in the United States, and we can live a good life back in Mexico."

"Mom..." Claudia, who heard the sound, came out of the room with a child in her arms. She looked at her mother and asked in despair. "Have we run out of other options?"

Behind her, there was a child who was no more than five or six years old, holding on to the hem of her clothes. It was precisely because of the existence of these two children that she was extremely reluctant to accept the coming fate.

Don't look at how miserable they are living in America. But compared to their hometown, Juarez, Mexico, this is already paradise. If possible, they hope they never go back to that hellish place in their entire lives. Back to the city that was teetering between drugs and death.

But this is not possible, they have already received a mandatory repatriation order from the government.

A family like them has neither U.S. resident status, no green card, or even a steady income. It is impossible to stay in such a country for long.

The government will not allow such illegal stowaways in its own country. Because they not only pay less than a cent in taxes, but also threaten the security of society at all times. Even if they don't even need the most basic benefits, the government will not agree to their existence.

Many people think that the United States is paradise, that is because its system and laws are more sound and perfect than many countries. But these people often overlook the point that these systems and laws are often for Americans. It definitely does not include illegal stowaways, or citizens of other countries. With this identity, you can live well in this country without this identity. You can only be wary.

Since coming to the United States, the Didiloa family has been on edge. And now they don't, because they've been given a time limit to leave the country.

Mrs Didiloa, her daughter, and her children were forced to order by the Immigration Service because of their illegal smuggling and lack of stable employment. As for Francisco, although he was lucky enough to get away with his current job. But he couldn't watch his mother and sister go back to that hell on earth alone.

As the only man in the family, he must be by their side. Accompany them back to the place full of drug lords and violent crimes, and then struggle to survive.

It's not that they haven't tried hard, it's not that they haven't thought of other ways. But all their attempts have failed. And the last only hope. Also shattered by what happened in court.

They do not resent the Knight of Dawn because they have no right to resent him. He never felt sorry for them, but instead, they took revenge for their kindness and targeted the benefactor who had saved their mother for their own sake.

In any way. It's them who are at fault. They also want to ignore the bureaucrats who find them and face their conscience and morals with an upright identity. But Mrs. Didiloa relented when the grim facts were presented to her.

Not for myself, but for my children, my two granddaughters. The old woman who has lived through most of her life doesn't care what kind of infamy or crimes she will commit. But she couldn't let her own children. The future lives in hell.

She is determined to make a wrong choice and is willing to bear all the consequences of this choice. Unexpectedly, this choice did not bring everything that their family needed.

"I'm sorry for you, children."

In the face of the cruel facts, Mrs. Didiloa admitted her powerlessness. She can't help her family any more.

In this regard, her son naturally forgave him. Francisco hugged his mother hard and comforted him warmly.

"Mom, it's not your problem. It's mine, it's my inability to protect you that made our family like this. If you want to blame, blame me."

"Mom, it's not your fault. We never thought of that!" His daughter also came up to comfort him, along with the timid little girl behind her.

She followed her mother to her grandmother's side, and quietly held her calloused, wrinkled hand like tree bark. Then, following the example of his mother and uncle, he quietly comforted her grandmother.

"Grandma don't cry, we'll be fine, we'll be fine."

The simplicity of children makes them ignorant of the cruelty of the world, but it is precisely because of this simplicity of children. The three adults were particularly worried. Who doesn't want their children to live in a better environment, and who wants to take their children to hell step by step?

Pain, self-blame, and sadness are biting their hearts like snakes. Let them fall into the extreme torment in their hearts. And they can't even find anyone to complain about except resentment of their own incompetence.

This is fate's mockery of the weak. And they have absolutely no other way but to choose to accept it firmly. And now, they are ready for a painful future.

What will happen in the future, none of them know. Don't say anything after returning to Mexico. They couldn't even guess what would happen in a few seconds. And just when the family was ready to comfort each other and give them more confidence in the future. There was a knock on their door.

Wiping away the tears on his face, Francisco approached the door of his house and carefully opened the small window on the door.

Where they live is not a good location. This is the famous Hell's Kitchen. New York's most chaotic, but also the most rampant gang activity. So even to open the door, you must be mentally prepared.

If there is a robber or some kind of drug addict standing outside, opening the door at this time is completely gambling with your own life.

Francisco did not dare to gamble, nor did he want to gamble. Because behind him is his family. So he looked out while holding the pistol stuck in his waist.

But unlike what he expected, there was neither a villain nor an addict outside the door. It's an Asian man who looks out of place here.

There have never been many Asians in Hell's Kitchen, and some brave Vietnamese here are things that many people dare not provoke. But this Asian is different, Francisco didn't see the viciousness of those Vietnamese from his expression. Instead, I saw a confidence that belongs only to successful people.

Coupled with the clothes on his body, his image is even more special. Although he doesn't know much about this aspect, just by looking at the fabric of his clothes, the black gem buttons polished on it, and the platinum pins hanging on his tie, he knows that this is a rich man who will hardly appear here. Because this set of clothes is in Francesco's estimation, I am afraid that he may not be able to afford the savings he has spent for a few years.

Francisco is not afraid of the rich, but he also does not want to have anything to do with the rich. Because doing his business, in fact, the most feared thing is to be missed by the rich.

So he was rude and said to the people outside the door.

"Who are you, I don't know you."

"Hello. I'm looking for Ms. Bertice Didiloa. If I'm not mistaken, you should be her family. Don't worry, I'm nothing more. Can you let me in and talk if you can?"

Standing at the door is naturally Zhou Yi. He lost his identity as a knight of the dawn. He came to the house of the old woman who slandered him. Not for revenge. But to see why she would do it. And now, he knew why, so he decided to treat them another way. In a completely different way than Justin Hammer.

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, and looking at Zhou Yi doesn't seem like a bad person. Francisco hesitated, but opened the door of his own house. said to him.

"Come in quickly, it's not very peaceful here!"

"I know, Hell's Kitchen? Of course it won't be very peaceful to be called this name!" Zhou Yi wouldn't tell him that when he came up, he had already cleaned up two or three guys who didn't have long eyes.

Hearing Zhou Yi say this, as a member of Hell's Kitchen, Francisco snorted unhappily. However, he did not shut Zhou Yi out because of this, but waited until he came in before closing the door of his own house.

In this way, Zhou Yi once again met Mrs. Bertice Didiloa, who had met him twice. But this time, the lady doesn't know who he is?

So she could only look at Zhou Yi suspiciously and asked.

"Sir, we should have never met. Are you looking for me?" (To be continued.)

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