Chapter 12 He worried about me?!

CHRISTINE...

"Help? Mine?" I pointed my index finger at me, staring at him in confusion and surprise.

A frown wrinkled my brows. "Look, if this is a trick to stop me from going out, I won't! I need..."

Elliot raised his hand immediately as he shook his head. "No, you are thinking wrong! Our young master is not someone who will play dirty tricks."

The old man sighed helplessly. "We really need your help. You can say, you are our last hope."

Now, this is interesting. They need my help! I am the last hope!

I narrowed my eyes at him trying to figure out if he is saying the truth. It seems he is. The restlessness and little wrinkle of worry are speaking of his tension.

I can listen to him, right? Listen won't hurt anyway.

So, I nodded. "Okay, tell me. What is it?"

The old man seemed to let go a sigh of relief. He nodded with a small but sad smile. "Please, come with me a little bit so I can explain the situation better."

He started walking and after a second of hesitation, I started follow