Chapter 20
The seller’s expression stiffened, knowing he’d met a pro
He wasn’t as confident as before, awkwardly clearing his throat and giving a fair price 20 dollars, the port even worth over
10.”
This time, Reena paid without hesitation. Her initial offering of 20 dollars was just a wild guess getting it down to 30 was
her limit.
After paying, Reena called the driver to move the orchid to the car while she took Yvonne to buy two more plants. One was a chrysanthemum, the other jasmine, both common in the market.
Back in the car, Yvonne kept glancing at the orchid in Reena’s arms, happier than when the got new clothes.
Returning home, Reena had someone move the flowers to Yvonne’s room, placing them where the jasmine used to be on the balcony.
After lunch, Yvonne rushed back to her room. With nothing to do, tending to flowers was her only source of accomplishment.
At the orphanage, she loved spending time with plants, feeling happy when they bloomed.
After fiddling with those three pots of flowers, she felt a bit hungry and went downstairs to the mini–fridge prepared for her.
She took out a small mousse cake, carrying it back to her room carefully
Two maids chatting nearby passed her by, not noticing her due to her small stature.
Tjust checked, Mr. Charles Adler’s still sleeping. Should we tell Mr. Kelvin Adler”
“Maybe he woke up halfway, but you didn’t notice? Wouldn’t that disturb Mr. Kelvin Adler?”
“Makes sense…”
Their voices, like candy, attracted the little girl who was about to go upstairs.
She turned back, looking at the backs of the two maids, deep in thought. Did something happen to Charles?
The joy she felt when she first got the cake was gone. As she ate, she wondered if she should go check on him.
She was home all day and sometimes overheard the household staff chatting.
From them, she learned that her third brother had a very strange illness. When people mentioned him, their tone was a mix of pity and fear.
It took her over ten minutes to finish a small cake. When she opened the door again, she saw the same maid talking to someone on the stairs.
Carefully, the maid opened the farthest white door, entered, and after a minute, came rushing out, looking “Quick, call the doc and Mr. Adler! Mr. Charles Adler’s been sleeping so long. Something’s wrong!”
-ked.
Hearing this, all the servants were spooked and rushed to the living room to call Kelvin on the landline. In their panic, no one noticed the tiny girl standing nearby.
Yvonne walked up to the door. Before she even got close, the warm air inside seeped out through the crack, wrapping
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The servants were in such a nish that they forgot to close the door when they hurried downstairs to make the call
The door was ajar, with a small gap left open.
Yvonne gave it a little push, and it opened.
The room was Ing, but not very bright. All the windows were covered with blackout curtains, and only a dim lamp was on near the bed, making it hard to tell if it was day or night.
It was perfect for sleep, quite different from what Yvonne had envisioned.
She stood at the door for a while, perking in but not daring to step inside, her little hand on the frame
The air was filled with a bitter medicinal scent mixed with the fragrance of jasmine, which had now become much milder and quite pleasant.
Yvonne hesitated at the door for a long time but decided to leave,
As the door was a bit too open, she wanted to close it. But the doorknob was too high for her little hands
She thought hard at the door, then suddenly had a brilliant idea, her eyes lighting up. She walked into the room, and stood behind the door, proud of her clever thought,
If she couldn’t pull it shut from outside, she could push it from inside.
With a click, the door closed perfectly, and Yvonne smiled, boasting inwardly that she was a smart kid
Okay. Now that the door was closed, I should leave too, not wanting to disturb Charles‘ sleep. With that thought, Yvonne turned to leave.
But the next second, facing the closed door, she froze in place. ‘Huh? How did I get locked inside the room?!”
Her pride visibly crumbled as she tiptoed, her small body pressing against the door yet still not reaching the doorknob. Unable to hold back, she whimpered softly, wiping her tears with her tender little arm.
Oops, spoke too soon–I’m not that smart after all. With that thought, Yvonne slumped against the door like a lifeless salted fish hanging to dry.
Since she never turned around, she naturally didn’t notice how long the person behind her had been watching.
The room was quiet, making even the faintest sound behind her audible.
“Yvonne.”
Hearing her name, Yvonne stopped crying, turning back with her teary eyes
When she saw the figure sitting up, she wiped her tears, her voice:
Nervous as she was, her curiosity couldn’t be contained.
sweet and a bit nervous. “Char… Charles…”
As she walked over, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes. How beautiful he ist she admired inwardly.
Charles was also looking at her.
Yvonne’s face was chubby, her big eyes like a fawn’s, her eyes red–a face full of spirit that evoked a natural sense of affection and care in Charles.
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He stretched out his hand, thin and pale. “Yvonne, come here”
Yvonne steppest closer, looking at the pale hand, then placed her chubby one on it.
“Charles, your hand is so cold” Her voice was soll.
Charles’s fingers twitched as if wanting to pull back. Ilis voice carried some apology. “It is
But Yvonne refused to let go, gripping his hand tightly. With a soft, sweet voice, she murmured, “Let me warm you up”
She held Charles fingers with a serious expression as if she truly believed it would warm his hands.
“Thank you, Yvonne, Charles replied, his thin, pale lips curving into a shy smile.
