Chapter 932 Budd’s Relief
Budd sat there, still wrapped in invisible threads that ordinary people couldn’t see. The Epoch Collection hanging on him was ringing.
He seemed to have completely lost his emotions. His eyes were almost engulfed by the black mist.
Wynter watched him but didn’t show any intention of stopping him. Instead, she handed Dulcie’s
notebook to him.
“Dulcie was a very smart kid. She must have been good at biology and chemistry.” Wynter smiled. “She
mentioned that this was a game you used to play with her when she was younger. She wrote some words
in a certain way that only you could see.”
When she said that, Budd suddenly raised his eyes.
He remembered Wynter’s other identity and now realized something. “Ms. Quinnell, you can see Dulcie, can’t you?”
Hearing this, the neighbors thought Budd had lost his mind. Only Leanne believed in him because she knew how capable Wynter was.
She looked at Wynter with hopeful eyes.
Wynter turned slightly. With her back facing the neighbors, she nodded subtly at the couple.
She leaned down and whispered in Leanne’s ear, “I brought her here. She’s right beside you and Mr.
Wilson.”
Leanne wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but a sudden gust of cold wind blew through the room.
Others felt cold, but Budd and Leanne both teared up simultaneously.
The Epoch Collection on Budd fell silent, and he slightly crouched down, as if wanting to get closer to
that breeze.
Wynter withdrew her gaze, as if agreeing to something with Dulcie. She brought up the comments from netizens and handed them to the Wilson couple.
“Dulcie hopes you can take a look at these, Wynter said.
Budd’s gaze shifted over.
The case was still brewing. Though the criminals had been caught, the impact remained. Countless people were demanding justice for Dulcie. They all stood on Dulcie’s side.
It was unlike when the school’s post claimed Dulcie’s death was due to her poor psychological endurance.
Many people, even children as young as a few years old, were speaking up for Dulcie. They said that when they grew up, they would protect people like Dulcie.
Speaking up bravely against bullying was not wrong. If there was still injustice, it wasn’t their fault, but the
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bullies‘. It was those who abused their power and trampled on others who were wrong.
Budd had harbored hatred. What he had been willing to protect with his life had turned into daggers that stabbed Dulcie. His youthful passion had gradually cooled with torment.
But now, as he read those comments, he suddenly understood something.
There were many families like theirs. They had no money or power, living their lives honestly. But
whenever needed, every one of them would help.
Yes, what he had desperately protected were these people.
Budd choked on his voice. “Ms. Quinnell, did Duls say anything else?”
“No, she just hopes you can look at these more.” Wynter hinted, “I believe you know what she really wants
to express.
The black mist in Budd’s eyes dissipated by a large margin.
Dulcie was telling him, “Dad, you were not wrong back then. How could protecting others be wrong?”
But the more this was the case, the more Budd’s heart felt stifled. He clenched his fists tightly.
“Duls often told me she wanted to enlist in the future. She liked criminal investigations. She also liked helping others.”