Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 413

Everyone nodded.

Neo couldn't hear them, but he knew that the uncle should be fine from everyone's expressions. He

was relieved. He preyed and stood quietly in the corner.

After the war ended, the villages looked even more desolate and messy.

The church was destroyed and the children were settled in the rescue camp near the military base.

As they were close to the military base, every day, they secretly went there to make sure if the brave

uncle was fine.

However, they would not disturb him, because the colonel said that he could not be disturbed.

They prayed in their heart, hoping that he would get better soon.

Day by day, Xavier slowly recovered, but he rarely got out of bed because of the serious injury.

One day, he woke up and sat up with both hands on the bed after the injection. He looked up, only to

see a few kids lying on the windows and doors. They looked at him carefully, not daring to come in.

At this time, an older girl led them in with an apple in her arms. The colonel had given it to them, but

they didn't eat it. They left half of it for the priest, and then gave it to him.

There was nothing but a few apples.

"The doctor said eating more fruit can help you recover," the girl put down the apple and ran out, and

she left, followed by the other children.

Neo, who had been standing by the door, did not leave. He blinked and walked in slowly. There were

scars on his face. He walked to Xavier and handed him the rolled paper in his hand.

Xavier looked at him and asked, "Is this for me?"

Neo nodded. Xavier took it. Unfolding it, he saw a very simple painting in which there were many Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

children attached with a few words.

Uncle, thank you!

He had no way to speak. He could only tell him in this way how grateful he was for saving himself, the

priest, and the colonel.

Xavier felt indescribably touched...

They were so naive and they should have enjoyed the love of their parents and a happy family.

He took the pen on the table and wrote a sentence in the lower right corner: your painting is very

beautiful, thank you.

Then he picked up a piece of paper and drew the church he remembered. Neo stretched out his small

head and looked at him with a surprised look. He didn't expect that he could draw.

Until the painting was finished, Neo gave Xavier a thumbs-up.

Xavier stroked his head. He took the painting lesson when he was a child and he hadn't drawn for a

long time. He was surprised that he was still good at it. He wrote below, "In the future, you will draw

better than me."

Neo lowered his eyes slightly. He didn't know what would happen in the future.

Because he knew what a chaotic world he was living in...

It was almost an extravagance to live. What else could he expect?

Xavier saw the disappointment in his eyes and rubbed his hair with his thumb as if he was asking him

to be hopeful.

Outside the door, Nata looked at the scene in the tent and stopped walking in. Mr. Jones didn't belong

here at all. She should fulfill his promise to Xavier. She turned around and walked towards the

general's residence. The soldiers at the door stopped her. "The general is in a meeting. You can't go in

now."

"I'll wait for him in his study. Tell him when the meeting is over." With that, she went up to the second

floor and walked towards the general's study.

Walking into the study, she glanced around and seated herself on the sofa. There was a file on the

coffee table. She took it and a few photos fell out of it. In the picture, a slender woman was wearing a

business suit. She didn't wear any make-up, but she was beautiful. She got out of the car taking a little

boy's hand. From the perspective of the photo, it should be taken secretly.

Her hands froze. It turned out that these were Mr. Jones's wife and children.

Although it was the first time she saw her, she felt that she was not as weak as she looked. She had an

indescribable temperament, which was very similar to Mr. Jones's...

"What's the matter?" The general came in and interrupted her thoughts.

Nata raised her eyes and looked at her brother. She closed the file and asked, "What's your intention of

sending someone to follow Mr. Jones's wife?"

The general sat in a chair, pulled out the gun from his waist, and fiddled with it in his hand. "I've given

him a long time." He looked up at Nata. "You should know my style. It's time for him to know that I'm

serious!"

Nata understood their current situation, but she also understood Xavier. She stood up and held the

general's gun. "Since he doesn't want to, forget it. He doesn't belong here. Not everyone understands

us. I believe we'll get better..."

The general frowned and stared at Nata. "You? You like him?"

"No." Nata put the gun in the general's hand on the table. "If I do, I'll keep him. After the operation, I

know that he has a wife and child. If we force him to stay here, they'll all be in pain."

When she saw the photo, she seemed to know what had brought him back from the dead. "We've been

there. We waited for dad when we were young, and we all know the cruelty of reality. His children and

wife are waiting for him..."

The general didn't listen to Nata. "Don't tell me this. This world is cruel. If he doesn't agree, he has to

pay!"

Besides, his family would have a hard time. This was the consequence of refusing him.

He stood up and held Nata's shoulder tightly. "Nata, this isn't like you. You should be clear that this is

the only way for us!"

"I know, but we can find someone else..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a soldier knocked on the door and walked in. "General, Mr. Jones

is right outside the door. He wants to see you."

The general's brows slowly relaxed. Was he coming to give him an answer?

He raised his hand. "Let him in."

He then sat back in his chair.

Nata frowned. 'Did he come to compromise?' She thought.

As long as he agreed, he wouldn't be able to change his mind!

Xavier walked in with gauze wrapped around him. Even so, he was still dignified.

The gloom on the general's face dissipated, and he put on a smile and asked with concern, "Mr. Jones,

how are you? Are you feeling any better?"

Any slight movement would cause a tearing pain in the wound. He kept his composure and sat down.

The general couldn't wait to get to the point. "Mr. Jones, have you thought it through?"

He had run out of patience and there was no time left for Xavier.

He would die if he didn't come to terms with him!

Xavier looked up at him. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I can't accept your terms..."