He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

a thing. Carol stood frozen behind the counter, a rag clutched to her chest. The elderly couple looked horrified, their hands trembling over their sugar packets, but they remained glued to their seats.

“Oops,” the blonde boy said, his voice dripping with thick, mock sincerity. “My bad. Guess you’ll need someone to clean that up.” He paused, his gaze continue reading …