The mascot of the wishing shop is a cat.

Chapter 567 Exposed

The moment the chubby boy shouted those words, the noisy scene suddenly fell silent, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Yes, she shouldn't have been adopted! She's a monster!"

"She's a monster!"

"She never speaks, and she never reacts! It's like..."

"It's like a ghost doll!"

"Yes, a ghost doll!"

"She's a monster!"

"monster!!!"

"..."

However, this silence lasted only a moment, and then most of the children seemed to be awakened and began to shout.

Their voices intertwined, sounding somewhat chaotic, but upon closer listening, the underlying meaning became remarkably clear—they were rejecting Lin Xiyue, and this rejection was accompanied by a constant stream of malice.

Although Lin Xiyue was held tightly in Molos's arms, and even her ears were covered, the children's shouts still reached her ears like demonic noises.

However, faced with this overwhelming malice, little Lin Xiyue remained unusually calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

She simply clutched at Meros's clothes silently, as if they were her only support in this noisy world.

Because she gripped it too tightly, Moros's originally neat shirt became crumpled and completely lost its original crispness.

"Alright, everyone, be quiet!"

Meros suddenly raised his voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like two cold lightning bolts, silencing them.

Then, his gaze fell on the little Lin Xiyue in his arms, and his expression softened instantly.

He looked down at Lin Xiyue, as if she were his whole world.

Little Lin Xiyue's eyes were clear as water, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and her lips were slightly pouting beneath her delicate nose, making one want to kiss her.

"Now, listen to me."

Meros took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then spoke again. This time, although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

This simple sentence seemed to have a magical power; the previously quiet murmurs instantly fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to Meros, as if he were the center of the world.

Moros stood up, holding little Lin Xiyue in his arms. His tall figure stood out in the crowd.

Lin Xiyue in his arms was like a fragile porcelain doll, carefully protected by him.

Moros carried Lin Xiyue and slowly walked past each child, his gaze falling on those who had just begun to speak.

Every child who was being looked at by him couldn't help but feel nervous. They lowered their heads and dared not meet Meros's gaze.

Among the children, a small group of older children had eyes filled with jealousy and hatred. Their gazes were sharp as arrows as they secretly and intently stared at Lin Xiyue, as if they wanted to devour her alive.

However, most of the younger children seemed bewildered. They did not understand the older children's shouts and simply followed along blindly, shouting words that they themselves probably did not understand.

The reason these children ostracize and bully others is not because they truly understand the reasons, but rather out of an instinctive sense of self-preservation.

They were afraid that if they didn't do this, they would be the next ones to be bullied.

Faced with the children's behavior, Meros narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold and sharp, like a cold star.

"So what does this have to do with you? Do you really think that just by talking about it and gathering a crowd to shout it out, any real change will happen?"

He looked at the group of children in front of him and spoke in a cold tone.

“My purpose in coming here is very clear: to donate and adopt children. I am not here to be a teacher to take care of you little guys, so any opinions you have are meaningless to me.”

His voice was calm and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"On the contrary, if you continue to bully her, then I'm sorry, the donation I originally planned may no longer be made here. All of this will be caused by your arrogance."

He went on to say that.

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hearts of those teenagers and shattering their delusions and wishful thinking.

Meros's gaze was sharp as he scanned every child present, finally locking onto several older children, including the chubby one.

"And you lot, don't think I can't tell. This is definitely not the first time you've done this, is it?"

He said it without any mercy.

"I did my research thoroughly."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

“Since last year, whenever a family with even a little bit of means comes to your welfare home to adopt a child, you people will appear in front of the family like magicians and come up with all sorts of tricks.”

They'd say this child was physically unwell, or that child had personality problems; they'd basically try to portray the child someone was interested in as utterly worthless.

He paused, his gaze sharp and fixed on the children, as if trying to see through their eyes to the deepest thoughts in their hearts.

"And even if the children in your little group are adopted, you won't let it go."

You will blackmail the children who are taken to adoptive families into sending you money regularly.

If they don't listen, you'll cause trouble and make a scene, making it impossible for the child to stay in the new family.

Am I right?

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, piercing straight into the hearts of those children.

Meros's words were like a lightning bolt ripped through the night sky, instantly shattering all their pretenses and exposing their dark, hidden hearts to the light of day, leaving them nowhere to hide.

When Meros uttered these words, the previously noisy scene suddenly fell silent.

The children who had been cheering and shouting seemed to be frozen in place, some even with obvious confusion in their eyes.

Clearly, these young children could not understand what Meros was saying. They may not have formed the corresponding concepts in their minds yet, so they could not understand the deeper meaning.

In contrast, the older children who were in charge reacted much more violently.

The eyes of these older children revealed undisguised terror, as if Meros's words were a sharp sword piercing the deepest secrets of their hearts.

Their faces turned pale instantly, and a thin layer of sweat even appeared on their foreheads. Their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.

Without a doubt, Meros's words were all true; he accurately described what these children had done and the dark side of their hearts.

All of this was witnessed by all the adults present.

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