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Lake didn’t think this was getting off easy.

In fact.

Lake’s only use for the entire year, besides basic check-ups, was nothing. If social security wasn’t mandatory for law enforcement personnel, Lake would have applied to have his social security cashed out to him.

The cashier would definitely not agree to such an arrangement.

However…

After Martha came over and spoke to the staff at the cashier’s office, everything was fine.

"Really?"

After Martha came out of the cashier’s office, she looked at Lake speechlessly, "You scared them into not charging you by threatening to arrest them? Come on, they’re barely in their early twenties."

Lake shrugged, "I was also wronged."

It was impossible for him to pay out of his own pocket. Although Lake, through deduction, sympathized with this Asian loli who was also an orphan, that wasn’t how things were done. They met by chance, strangers to each other, and Lake wasn’t that kind-hearted.

Unless…

The doctor told him that the Asian loli’s acute appendicitis was caused by impact.

But that was clearly ridiculous.

"That’s possible."

About two hours later, the doctor who performed the surgery said to Lake, "There are cases where acute appendicitis is induced by impact, it’s just very rare."

Martha looked at Lake, as if to say, "See, it’s your fault."

Alright.

Lake sighed.

Although he vaguely felt that this statement was nonsense, it was said by a doctor after all. He wasn’t a professional, so he couldn’t distinguish whether it was the truth or a lie.

The surgeon glanced at the Asian loli on the hospital bed, who was receiving an IV drip, "The patient just finished surgery and needs to be hospitalized for observation. The nurse will give you the admission slip later."

He paused.

The surgeon took out a somewhat old, handwritten identification document from his pocket and handed it to Lake, "This was found in the patient’s clothes during the surgery."

Lake took it. The surgeon greeted Martha, then turned and left the ward.

Martha said to Lake, "I’m on duty tonight. Why don’t you go back first?"

Lake looked up from the handwritten identification document at Martha, then his gaze fell on the hospital bed. According to this identification document, the Asian loli, who was just thirteen this year, blinked her eyes.

Skye?

The great demon king who would later split the Earth in half?

Really?

What a coincidence.

The next day.

In the office.

Lake pulled some strings and found George from the NYPD, and then obtained the information on Skye.

The specific birth details were no longer detailed, only the name and date of birth were recorded. Then, like Lake, she was received by her first foster family at the age of five.

However…

Unlike Lake’s luck, Skye had changed seven or eight foster families between the ages of five and thirteen. The most recent foster family was two years ago.

But Lake was sure that Skye had already left that foster family long ago. As a result, no missing person report for that foster family was found, and the $500 monthly foster care subsidy for Skye was still being collected as usual.

Many families living in the slums operated this way: they adopted orphans to receive subsidies and then let those foster children fend for themselves.

It was cruel, but it was realistic.

Lake shook his head, tossed the information about Skye aside, and rubbed his temples.

There wasn’t much he could do, but he could still do some things within his ability.

"Ring ring!"

"Hi, Martha, what’s up?"

"…"

New Amsterdam Hospital.

When Lake walked into the ward, Skye, who had undergone surgery, had already woken up.

"Hi."

"…I don’t have money to pay the fees."

Lake chuckled when he heard Skye say this.

Whether it was an illusion or not.

Knowing that Skye was Skye…

No.

When Lake realized the Asian little loli in front of him had Chinese heritage, not Korean or Japanese, he suddenly felt like he wouldn’t have regretted paying out of pocket yesterday.

After all, Lake was also from China in his past life.

Although Lake wouldn’t admit that the China here was his homeland, at least, his homeland, China, was prosperous and strong. As for this China… it’s better not to mention it.

Lake pulled out a chair and sat down. "Don’t worry, I’m using my insurance."

Skye let out a surprised "Oh," and then said, "Thank you."

Lake said, "The hospital has already notified your foster parents…"

Before he could finish.

Skye’s eyes widened, and she made a move to grab her IV drip.

Lake stood up and quickly held Skye down. "What are you doing?"

"I want to be discharged."

"No, you haven’t farted yet."

"…"

The situation became awkward.

Lake coughed, let go of Skye, gestured for the little loli not to move around, and then sat back down. "You just had an appendectomy. Whether the surgery was successful and you can be discharged depends on whether you can fart, not on yourself."

Lake wasn’t talking nonsense.

The surgeon from yesterday had said so, and Martha had also mentioned it when she got off work today.

Skye’s face turned a little red.

After all…

She was only thirteen. Although Lake looked like a handsome and mature man, in Skye’s eyes, Lake’s impression had undoubtedly shifted from a middle-aged heartthrob to a creepy old uncle.

Lake changed the subject. "What, is your foster family not treating you well?"

Skye looked up at Lake. "They’re a bunch of beasts."

Lake nodded. "Most white people from the lower class are beasts."

Skye looked at Lake with some surprise.

She seriously doubted if Lake’s skin color was painted on with white paint.

Lake glanced at the time on his wristwatch and said to Skye, "Anyway, there’s still time. Tell me about it, maybe I can help you. Did they spy on you?"

Skye looked at Lake with a blank expression. "Does that sound incredible?"

Lake shook his head. "No, it’s normal. I told you, most white people from the lower class are worse than beasts. It’s normal. But, you don’t have to leave, right? You can report it to Child Protective Services, or do they not care?"

After saying this, Lake also chuckled.

Child Protective Services?

If Child Protective Services were useful, there wouldn’t be so many children going missing every year. And that’s just for children who have families. For orphans like her, once they go missing, they’re mostly just labeled as missing.

As expected.

Skye said calmly, "They only care about how many children are still in the care center and when they can be sent out."

"That’s normal."

"What?"

Lake said, "There’s no concept of orphanages here. However, if you don’t want to, I remember you can stay in the care center until you’re eighteen, right? They can’t kick you out."

Skye smiled. "Do you know how much of a target a thirteen-year-old mixed-race girl is in the care center?"

Lake said, "I understand."

It’s the same old saying.

Some wealthy individuals with perverse desires only dare to do so in private or overseas, but those trashy white people from the lower class have no such reservations.

For girls with good skin color, especially mixed-race ones.

Some trashy white people, worse than beasts, specifically target them.

Holy Shit!

Lake’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Skye on the bed.

"…So you?"

"Oh, God."

Skye seemed to know what Lake was going to ask and exclaimed directly, making a disgusted face. "Of course not, that’s why I want to get out. I can live on my own."

Once the foster parents came over, Skye would be thrown back into the hellhole.

Lake nodded and once again stopped Skye from trying to get up. "Don’t worry, they won’t be able to come over."

Skye blinked and looked at Lake.

Lake thought, "By now, the NYPD should have arrested her. Sorry, the only charge I can give you is falsely claiming foster care subsidies. I doubt you’d want to testify in court."

Skye’s mouth hung open. "Who… are you?"

Lake chuckled.

His assistant, Tiffany, entered carrying a bag. "Sir."

Lake stood up, took the bag, and said to Skye on the bed, "Your clothes were cut off during the emergency treatment yesterday. And frankly, that outfit should have been thrown away a long time ago."

As he spoke, Lake introduced Skye to Tiffany and vice versa, then said, "While you’re hospitalized, Tiffany will be here to look after things. Just let her know if you need anything."

Tiffany nodded, indicating no objections.

She was Lake’s assistant. Although this was an extra task, she didn’t have much work to begin with, and the person she’d be looking after wasn’t a man, but a thirteen-year-old mixed-race girl.

Skye opened her mouth again, a bit confused about her current situation.

Lake smiled and said, "I hit you, remember? Just consider this my way of making amends. No need to thank me. I’m leaving."

Skye: "…"

An outdoor cafe near the hospital.

Lake and George each ordered a coffee and found a table.

"How did it go?"

"Submitted to the District Attorney’s office."

"Thanks."

A foster child ran away but the disappearance wasn’t reported, and the foster subsidies continued to be collected. This was no small matter, as foster subsidies were issued by the federal government.

Therefore, this was a federal case.

However…

The FBI didn’t have the time to deal with such minor issues. These prosecution cases were handled by intern prosecutors in the District Attorney’s office, serving to give these young prosecutors trial experience.

George took a sip of his coffee and glanced at Lake, looking curious. "What, you’re not thinking of adopting this little girl you seem to have such a connection with, are you?"

"Pfft!"

The coffee Lake had just taken into his mouth sprayed out. He coughed a few times. George, looking somewhat speechless, asked, "What gave you such a baseless idea? Adopt? Me? Are you kidding me?"

George’s expression didn’t look like he was joking. "I don’t know. Perhaps… it’s your age?"

"I just turned thirty today."

"Thirty-one."

George corrected Lake’s age. "When I was thirty-one, Rhode was already five years old."

Lake: "…"

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