Epilogue“Yeah, whatever,” France muttered. I stood up straight when I saw him grip one of the girls by the shoulder.“Hand over your money.”I froze after seeing what was happening. I elbowed Francis beside me.“Your son is robbing someone—in broad daylight,” I said, staring at him. Francis raised an eyebrow at me, confused.“Seriously?”“France, get lost. You’re not helping,” Grace said coldly, her face unreadable. One of the girls started to cry, trembling in fear, then suddenly screamed out for her mother.—“Auntie, I’m sorry.”Grace bowed her head as soon as we stepped out of the shop, her voice quiet with remorse.“Why are you apologizing?” I asked. She looked up and said she was sorry for disturbing us.“You didn’t do anything wrong, Grace. You weren’t the one holding those girls up,” Vladimir chimed in. France elbowed him, asking what he meant by that.“It’s okay, honey. Just understand these boys. They’re just concerned about you, especially France,” I said, patting France o
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