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 instantly. “Okay!”

it was because Jeremy had patted her on the head.

Yvonne sat quietly on the couch for a while.

The room was spotless, clearly never used before, with brand–new

said, slapping her head in frustration. The blankets haven’t been aired out, the no siteets aren’t washed, the mattress still hasn’t been unwrapped… So much to do. Getting

didn’t understand all of it, she caught the last part. “Lillian, you’re not old!” Yvonne said seriously, her baby voice making Lillian’s

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you’re too sweet…

gets, she still cares about her age–even Lillian, who’d been working at the supermarket for years, wasn’t immune to

since she was worried the little one might hurt herself in there, she decided to take

play here for a while? I’ll finish up soon and come get you to head back inside, okay?

place, she turned and went back

wooden bench, soaking up the rare moment of peace.

up without thinking and rushed over to help. even though

gray curtain was pulled back just enough to reveal a sliver of

out casually, but his attention was immediately grabbed by the sight of the

thin frame more fragile than anyone could ignore. His skin was a sickly, cold white, but despite his frailty, he was

had a clarity to them that drew you in, but his overall appearance screamed someone who’d been sick for

a brooding, almost haunted vibe. His lips were pale, barely tinted

made it obvious that he didn’t have much

Yvonne, noticing that while her clothes weren’t

her trouble–probably from some old

like a bird–free and unburdened–completely different from him.

stare at her, his pale fingers

the

expression neutral, and slowly

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

didn’t flinch or show any sign of resistance, as if he’d completely numbed himself to

hit the back of his throat,

took a while before the coughing subsided, leaving

with the empty bowl, Charles spoke, his voice flat.

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