Zayn and Hana helped the old lady into the yard. The old lady then called out in a low voice, “Neo Dixon, are you at home?”

“Who is it?” A very aged voice came from inside of the house. Logically speaking, the old man should only be sixty-six years old that year, so he was not considered to be too old. However, that voice sounded like an old man who was almost in his eighties.

“I am Cecilia and I am here to discuss the matter of the fifty thousand dollars with you.”

“You came back? Do you have nowhere else to go out there anymore, so that’s why you’ve returned? This is not a shelter and this is also not a hotel. Do you think you can just come and go as you wish? Who do you think you are? Go to hell! Get the hell away!” said the old man. His door was opened right when he finished his words.

A wheelchair then rolled out from inside the house, and there was an old man, who was stick-thin, sitting on it. The old man glanced at Cecilia and his eyes were affixed on her. Cecilia was ten y