Personality V: I will save everything

"Mom, hug me." The little voice, with a hint of expectation and desire, came from the mouth of the child known as the "crybaby". It was already the nth time that the little guy had stretched out his thin, gray hands to Natasha throughout the day.

In fact, the reason why crybaby seeks hugs so frequently is not just because he wants to act coquettishly and feel his mother's warm embrace.

Beneath that innocent appearance, there is a cautious and tentative heart.

For this child who has been hurt so much, every bit of love is like a ray of light in the darkness, but it is also accompanied by the fear of being hurt again.

So, "Crybaby" wanted to confirm in this way whether Natasha was really willing to be his mother wholeheartedly.

Of course, although the "crybaby" had all kinds of worries and doubts in his heart, he never thought of doubting Natasha's feelings for him.

The painful experiences of being abandoned and neglected countless times in the past were like deep scars engraved on his young heart, making it difficult for him to open his heart and trust others easily.

However, Natasha used her actual actions to prove her sincere maternal love to the "crybaby" time and time again.

"Hey, baby, mommy is here." Natasha's gentle response was like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

It seems that at this moment, the whole world has become quiet and beautiful.

No real mother would have the heart to refuse her child's loving and coquettish request, and Natasha was no exception.

With a smile on her face, she bent down without hesitation and gently held the "crybaby" in her arms, as if she was holding an inestimable treasure.

Then, she hugged the "crybaby" with gentle movements, patted his back gently, and comforted him softly: "Dear baby, don't be afraid... Mommy is here."

The "crybaby" said something coquettishly, then snuggled tightly into Natasha's arms.

"Mother..........."

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the other side,

Kreacher and Naib had nothing to do, so they sat together and started chatting.

But it turned out that the two of them had nothing to talk about at all, because first of all, they couldn't talk about the things at their manor, because that would easily reveal too much.

But apart from the manor, they didn't have anything else to talk about. One was the director of an orphanage, and the other was a former mercenary. Their lives had absolutely no intersection at all.

The two of them are having a completely awkward conversation now.

"The Nepali Sabre, also known as the Gurkha Sabre, is the national knife of Nepal. The Nepali Sabre is usually made of high-carbon steel, with a curved blade and a sharp blade. Its handle is usually made of wood or animal bones, and the handle is inlaid with gemstones or metal decorations. The Nepali Sabre is not only a weapon, but also a symbol of culture and tradition. It plays an important role in Nepal's history and culture and is regarded as the pride and... pride of the Nepalese people... Are you listening?"

Naib excitedly began to talk about his beloved Gurkha knife. His words flowed like a machine gun, describing in detail the origin, material and glorious record of the knife in battle.

Not only that, as he spoke, he pulled out the gleaming Gurkha knife from his waist, placed it carefully on the table, and then gently turned the handle, causing the sharp blade to flash brightly under the light.

However, no matter how passionately Naib spoke, Kreacher never responded.

When Naib finally stopped talking and expected Kreacher to respond, what he heard was a steady and loud snoring sound - "Huff, huff, huff.........."

Naib turned his head in surprise, only to see Kreacher curled up in a chair with his arms folded, sleeping soundly. His mouth was slightly open, and from time to time he made a few soft snoring sounds, as if he was completely immersed in a sweet dream.

Seeing this, Naib's eyes widened with disbelief, and then a nameless fire surged in his heart. He couldn't help but gnashed his teeth and said to himself: "This guy! I was talking so enthusiastically, and he just fell asleep like this?!"

Naib thought to himself that the story he told about the Gurkha knife might be a bit boring and difficult to understand for an orphanage director like Kreacher, but he never expected it to be so boring that it could make people fall asleep instantly as if they had taken sleeping pills.

At this moment, Naib really wanted to kick Kreacher to the ground and teach this guy a lesson. But just as he raised his foot to exert force, reason finally overcame impulse. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly put down his raised foot.

Forget it... In a sense, Kreacher is indeed very tired. Since he has been running the orphanage, he probably has rarely had a good night's sleep...

Naib found a blanket and covered Kreacher with it. "Sweet dreams."

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But Naib seemed to have overlooked a very important point. Perhaps because he was used to a comfortable life, his vigilance as a mercenary became lower. He forgot that this was not their manor, but another world full of dangers.

He shouldn't have left Kreacher here alone.

No, now something bad has happened.

After what happened between the gardener and Kreacher, she has been secretly observing Kreacher. This "philanthropist" from another world has aroused her great interest.

The past pain seemed to be vivid in his mind. Even if this guy came from another world, the gardener would not show mercy to him.

Maybe......

In fact, the gardener himself couldn’t explain it. At the beginning, he did want to use the same method to get rid of this guy, but what he didn’t expect was that... this "philanthropist" seemed to be different from the "philanthropist" in their world.

If you think about it this way, the composer in the other world and the composer here have completely different personalities. Apart from looking exactly the same, there is no sign of them having the slightest similarity at all.

Perhaps the same is true for "philanthropists" in another world.

If this is really the case, then the gardener feels that he cannot jump to conclusion.

She needs to find an opportunity to seek the truth.

And now, doesn't this provide her with a very good opportunity?

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To be honest, Kreacher didn't sleep so soundly originally. After all, if he slept too soundly, then if something happened to the children at night, he wouldn't be able to get there in time.

But this time was an exception. When Robbie disappeared before, he was so scared that he didn't dare to sleep for several nights.

After coming to this world, Kreacher has not slept well because he is worried about the children because this world is full of various dangerous things.

Now, with great difficulty, Stellan and Inara have returned to their original manor first, and two of Kreacher's three biggest worries are now gone.

The sudden relaxation made Kreacher fall into a deep sleep.

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The gardener carefully searched every pocket of Kreacher's body, but in the end she only found a few coins, some crumpled banknotes, a box of cheap cigarettes, and a photograph.

The things in the photo should be the place that the gardener is most familiar with - "Sweet Home".

But why should it be? Because... it is completely different.

The buildings in the background are not old, ramshackle wooden houses, but solid, new brick walls.

Kreacher was still standing in the center of the photo, surrounded by children, more than originally there.

But the expressions on every child’s face were no longer confusion and numbness, but joy and happiness.

There are even two babies in Kreacher's arms in the center of the photo.

This was definitely not there originally, and the gardener remembered very clearly that there was no baby in the original "Sweet Home".

No, not only were there no babies, there was no joy, no laughter.

The gardener covered his head in pain, but now he was completely sure that this "philanthropist" and the "philanthropists" here were completely different people.

"Hmm......." Suddenly, Kreacher moved slightly, as if he was about to wake up, and the gardener was so scared that he took several steps back.

But maybe Kreacher really had severe insomnia recently, and now he finally fell asleep, so he just moved a little and then fell into sleep again.

The gardener covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly she found that because Kreacher had just moved, something seemed to be exposed from his clothes on his chest.

It seemed to be a palm-sized notebook, but the gardener had not noticed it because it was in the inside pocket of Kreacher's coat.

The gardener carefully took out the notebook.

The words written on it deeply hurt the gardener's eyes————

Jamies wanted a doll, and I promised him, but he had to be a good boy.

Mace wanted me to celebrate his birthday, and I agreed. Every child in the orphanage has their birthday on the same day, the day the orphanage officially opened. Everyone celebrated their birthday together, and Mace was very happy.

Beth wanted me to sleep with her, and I agreed, but she can't do that anymore when she grows up.

Caesar wants me to read him a story every night before he goes to bed. This child really loves to act like a spoiled brat.

Ellie wanted crayons and she wanted to draw, so I bought her one. Unexpectedly, the first picture she drew was of me.

Danny wrote letters to his parents every day and asked me to mail them for him. I mailed them for him every time, but I knew in my heart that letters in this format would never get a reply. His parents had abandoned him long ago. Forgive me, Danny, I wrote all those replies to you.

Jerry is a bad boy. He always makes a lot of noise and bullies other kids. But I know he is also a timid kid. He must get my attention to make sure he will not be ignored. I will help him. I will help him become a good kid. I love him.

Henry is a good boy, but I don't want him to do this. In my orphanage, all the children should grow up happily, and he doesn't have to find a job delivering newspapers to reduce the expenses of the orphanage.

Gray, like a transparent person, didn't like to play with other children, didn't like to talk to me, and always stayed alone in the corner. I swore that I would never ask him where the scars on his body came from on the first day. I just wanted to tell him that he didn't have to be afraid anymore after coming here.

Limi, a lovely little girl, would pick a bouquet of flowers for me every day. I'm sorry, Limi, although I really wanted to keep those flowers, they would wither in five days at most.

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There are many more. This notebook is very small, only the size of a palm, but the contents inside are very thick, so thick that it cannot be described in words.

The gardener kept flipping through the contents of the notebook, tears constantly falling. She could only keep wiping away the tears with her sleeves and gloves to prevent them from dripping onto the notebook and letting Kreacher discover that the notebook had been flipped through by someone else.

And the gardener didn't want to dirty the notebook. This notebook contained Kreacher's love for the orphans, and it shouldn't be dirty.

Kreacher carefully wrote down the names of each child, the characteristics of each child, and the hopes he had for them——

Be a good child

Grow up obediently

Stop being afraid

Be happy every day

The gardener suddenly felt ashamed of having ever doubted Kreacher. He was a very good and great man, and he should not have doubted him.

The gardener closed the notebook, gently kissed the cover, and then quietly put it back into Kreacher's pocket.

Before leaving, the gardener whispered in the direction of Kreacher.

"Wish you a sweet dream."