R-18

“Thank you, sister. You were really a god sent; this won’t be possible without your help; thank you,” Silvestro was indeed delighted, seeing the new set of girls he bought from the orphanage.

“You were the heaven-sent, my child. You were an avenue of blessing to this orphanage and to the lives of these children,” the nun said, but behind that facade, they both knew what would happen to the children the moment they left.

“Shall we be going?” Silvestro said his voice was as gentle as a loving father; the children were so happy, their eyes sparkling while looking at the man they looked after.

Some of them were hoping that they would grow up like them until they discovered the real Silvestro.

“Sister, a man was waiting outside, hoping if he could adopt a boy,” one of the helpers said; the nun excused herself, Silvestro smiled at the naive children, but one of them, Isaac—don’t feel good towards the man, he is one of the eldest orphans here. A seventeen-year-old mixed-blood kid. What’