Chapter 548 - Luck (2)

How could they protect the Pecks if they couldn't even protect a four-year-old child?

Arabella wiped away her tears and walked out.

"Arabella, where are you going?" Rachel stopped her.

Arabella sniffed and put on a self-mocking smile. "Mom, I just realized I always do the wrong thing. I am too selfish and I've thought this was made by the environment. But Trevor is different. When he was a little boy, he was willing to sacrifice himself to help me. What about me? I displeased Vincent and let Jaquan down. I was jealous of Emma because Jaquan likes her. I'm such a bad person."

"Arabella ... Calm down ... Where are you going?" Rachel was startled and didn't let Arabella go.

Arabella gently pusher Rachel away, "I am gonna do the right thing. Christy is right. We're not a noble family. Why do we have to make a scene for a successor? Didn't we learn the lesson from the Scavos?"

Winston was also worried because Arabella looked really weird. He pulled her and asked, "Arabella, what are you going to do?"

Arabella smiled. "Don't worry. I won't do anything stupid. Although I'm terrible, I won't give up. I will wait until Trevor comes out and talks to me ... Don't worry, I'm leaving." She said softly to Trevor through the door, "Sorry ... Trevor, I'm really sorry."

Rachel covered her face and began to cry.

A few minutes later, Winston and Rachel also left. Before they left, they thanked Christy profusely. Seeing Winston and Rachel off, Christy asked in a low voice through the door, "Trevor, are you there?"

But no one answered.

With hesitation, she opened the door and walked in. It was dark inside. Trevor sat on the bed, his hood covering his face. Christy could hardly see him in the dark.

A strip of light outside the door allowed Christy to find him. She gently closed the door, and darkness reigned the room once again.

She carefully walked to the side of the bed and held Trevor in her arms, "They had left."

Trevor finally felt relieved. He nestled in Christy's arms without any words and hugged her with his stiff arms.

"I'm sorry ... They found out about this because of me ... I'm so sorry. I asked Eleven to show me your childhood photos, but I don't know how they found out..." Christy explained in a low voice.

"Warehouse," Trevor said.

"What?"

"Seven was in the warehouse."

"Are you saying that Seven and Eleven are synchronized?" Christy asked in bewilderment.

Trevor nodded, "Eleven is in charge of all the machines. The other machines have been destroyed. But Seven is still well preserved and has been kept in the warehouse. If someone starts it, it will do as Eleven commands."

"Why did you leave it in the warehouse?" Christy asked.

Trevor fell silent. After a while, he said slowly, "It contains all the unhappy memories I had when I was a child."

His voice was as soft as a feather gently falling to the ground, but Christy's heart ached for him.

"Eleven is modified. It knew most of my thoughts. I tried to remove those memories, but I failed."

Christy took off his hood and sat on the bed with him.

She asked Trevor, "Wanna kiss me?"

Trevor kept silent.

She put both her arms around his neck and kissed him.

No one was born to be perfect, and people had unbearable, shameful experiences.

But fortunately, one day, he met someone.

She would stay by his side, kissing his wounds.. She would light up his dark memories, and give all the tenderness to warm him.