When she was ten years old, her father was investigated and imprisoned for a project payment and owed billions of debts. At that time, the house was sued and sealed and her mother became insane due to mental breakdown. The Haynes Family, a noble family in Linkon, went bankrupt overnight and the debt collectors were eyeing her covetously and she was alone and almost died on the way to being hunted.
At that time, it was Harold who drove away the creditors with a stick and gave her a home and raised her for another ten years.
She only remembered that under the dim streetlights, Harold held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly, “You are not alone. I will protect you in the future.”
He took off an exquisite whistle and put it around her neck.
“Blow it and I will be there at any time. Whatever you want.”
Many years later, Beatrice knew that this whistle was a relic of Harold’s deceased mother.
This whistle brought a tacit understanding between Beatrice and him.
Since then, she had become Harold’s favorite.
She was afraid that it would fly away if she held it in her hand and that it would melt if she held it in her mouth.
She knew that as long as she blew it, Harold would be there.