Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: Knew Each Other Before
Oliver Quach asked about Louis Snyder’s work again.
As an artist, his schedule is hectic and often involves traveling all over the country with very little downtime.
Although Louis Snyder is not quite a top-tier celebrity, he was still considered a rising male actor. With sound progress, advancing to the A-list could happen swiftly.
Oliver Quach didn’t quite understand all this and was just making conversation.
After all, Louis Snyder had been spending most of his time at the Yarn Family home, except for one week each month he went out, which really didn’t seem typical for an actor.
Louis gave an explanation, "I requested it myself, wanting to take some time off."
Oliver casually mentioned, "Isn’t there a female artist from your circle who recently got into trouble and was taken to the police station?"
There was only one such incident during this time.
Louis gave the answer, "Tiffany Lynch."
Oliver remembered, "Right, Tiffany Lynch."
Seeing Oliver’s reaction, Louis asked, "Do you know her?"
"Tiffany Lynch, the only daughter of the Lynch Family; I do have some recollection," Oliver explained, then turned the subject back to Louis, "I saw on the news, it seems like there’s some connection between you two, right?"
Louis paused for a moment and didn’t hide the truth, "We used to know each other."
Seeing Louis speak like this, Oliver didn’t inquire further and simply gave a few casual instructions before letting Louis leave.
Back in his room, facing the emptiness before him, Louis fell into his memories once more.
He didn’t just know Tiffany Lynch; they had met quite early on.
A long time ago.
When he was still a child.
His family had no money, and any money that came their way was quickly squandered by his alcoholic father.
If not on alcohol, then at the gambling tables.
As for his mother, who had "escaped" from a wealthy family to become the Eldest Miss, it was unrealistic to expect her to work and earn a living.
Without money, he couldn’t even attend school.
From a very young age, he could only survive day by day by rummaging through trash cans for food.
It started near his home, but when he noticed the neighbors pointing fingers and even looking at him with pity, he decided to change locations.
That year, he was eight years old.
He was already learning to make money by picking up trash.
Bottles, cardboard, he would collect anything that could be sold.
The occasional half-eaten piece of bread left by someone was to him akin to the finest Western cuisine.
He wolfed down his finds, forgetting that it was the time when school got out for the day.
It was summer, and the sunlight dazzled.
Though it was just morning, the breakfasts discarded by the students in the trash bins were already emitting a foul, rancid smell.
Nobody wanted to come near.
So when the students saw a kid about their age, dirty and unkempt, picking through the trash, they curiously gathered around.
"Ew, he’s so dirty. Didn’t he take a bath? He even smells weird."
"Why is he picking through the trash to eat? That’s so unhygienic. His stomach must be full of bugs. Let’s not deal with him."
"He’s definitely skipping school. I’m going to tell the teacher so they can catch him."
"Are you dumb? He’s not a student from our school. Look at him; he’s clearly a beggar."
"What’s a beggar?"
Sharp words wrapped in innocent tones and youthful ignorance are often dismissed as child’s talk, not to be taken to heart.
Child’s talk is harmless, they say. Don’t take it personally.
But for the eight-year-old Louis, that was the darkest moment of his life.
