Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

When they got back to the Adler family home, the day was still young. It was a weekday, so Kelvin was getting ready to head -out for work.

The maid quickly ran after him, handing him a cup of coffee. After that, she swiftly cleared the breakfast table and, with th help of another servant, brought out the breakfast that had been prepared.

Maybe because she’d been told in advance, the maid took Yvonne’s presence in the house like it was no big deal–just the way it should be.

Yvonne sat quietly at the table, chewing on her bread without saying a word.

When she was done eating, she quietly leaned over to Jeremy and softly asked, “Brother, is it just us here?”

Jeremy shook his head. “No, you’ve got three other brothers, too. But right now, it’s just me and the third brother at home. The others aren’t here.”

The family setup was simple and easy to remember–no confusion there.

After hearing that. Yvonne raised her soft, pale face and asked in her sweet, innocent voice, “What about the third brother? Can I meet him?”

Jeremy paused for a second, his hand hanging by his side. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes darkened. “He isn’t feeling well. He’s resting.”

Yvonne nodded, understanding. But when she saw him preparing to leave, she stood up, eyes filled with reluctance as she looked at him.

At the right moment, the maid brought over his school jacket, which Jeremy grabbed and held in his hands

He looked down at her and said patiently. “I’m heading to school now. I won’t be back until tonight. Don’t go running around the house, okay?

“Lillian will take you to your room once she’s done. Be good and wait for me.

Yvonne, still new to the house, clung to her brother, but she understood that she couldn’t hold him up. She quickly stepped aside, making room for him. “Got it, Jeremy. I’ll wait for you.”

Seeing how obedient she was, Jeremy’s fingers twitched for a second, and after a brief hesitation, he awkwardly reached out and ruffled her hair. “Be good, alright? I’ll bring you something nice when I get back.

face lit up

about the treats–no, it was because Jeremy had patted her on

Jeremy left, Yvonne sat quietly on the couch

cleaning up, she led Yvonne to her room. The room was spotless, clearly never used before, with brand–new furniture and unopened packages scattered around.

said, slapping her head in frustration. The blankets haven’t been aired out, the no siteets aren’t washed, the

was talking fast, and though Yvonne didn’t understand all of it, she caught the last part. “Lillian, you’re not old!” Yvonne said seriously,

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Miss, you’re

her age–even Lillian, who’d been working at

the little one might hurt herself in there, she decided to take her

for a while? I’ll finish up soon and come get you to head back inside, okay? Lillian spoke softly, like Yvonne was her

making sure everything was in place, she turned and went back to finish

sat quietly on the delicate wooden bench, soaking

a distance, she jumped up without thinking and rushed over to

above the garden, a gray curtain was pulled back just enough

casually, but his attention was immediately grabbed by the sight of the little girl darting around. Charles Adler couldn’t seem to look

anyone could ignore. His skin was a sickly,

eyes had a clarity to them that drew you in, but

vibe. His lips were pale, barely tinted with pink, and aside from that, there was no color in

frail body made it obvious that he

noticing that while her clothes weren’t anything extravagant, they were spotless.

she ran, it was clear her legs gave her trouble–probably from some old injury–but it didn’t dampen the energy radiating

like a bird–free and unburdened–completely different from

her, his pale fingers

a knock at the door. “Mr.

his expression neutral, and slowly let his

off the outside world. The servant entered, carrying the bowl of medicine, and the bitter, nauseating smell hit the air even before he got close.

gross as it smelled. Yet, Charles didn’t flinch or show any sign of resistance, as if he’d completely numbed himself to it

some of the unstrained herbs hit the back of his throat, he choked, turning red and

while before the coughing subsided, leaving his

empty bowl, Charles spoke, his voice

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