Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 7

Yvonne froze, her heart pounding as she looked back at Jeremy’s stormy expression. Panic set in, and she felt like the couldn’t breathe.

For a split second, she wanted to tell him everything–to just spill the truth. But as certain memories flashed in her mind, the words got stuck in her throat,

If even Mrs. Harrison, who raised me, doesn’t believe me, how is my brother, who’s only known me for a day, going to trust me?‘ she thought, dread crawling up h spine.

She was terrified that Jeremy would see her as a liar and a bad kid, and send her back to the orphanage.

Yvonne couldn’t bring herself to speak. She adored this brother who brought her beautiful cakes, and the last thing she wanted was for him to hate her.

After a moment of hesitation, she forced a smile, trying to cover up her uncase with a sweet, childlike act.

She tilted her soft face up and said in her sweetest, most innocent voice, Jeremy, relax. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Jeremy’s lips pressed into a hard line, his handsome face colder than ice. Without saying a word, he scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Yvonne jumped in surprise at his sudden move, her voice trembling as she saw him crouch down to check her leg.

Her reaction hit Jeremy like a punch to the gut. If there wasn’t something seriously wrong, she wouldn’t be acting this scared.

He carefully rolled up her pant leg, and then froze, shock spreading across his face.

Her calf was covered in cuts, and her knee had a massive, ugly bruise, standing out against her pale skin like a warning sign.

His expression darkened, his grip tightening around her hand. Her palm was red, dotted with scabs that hadn’t even fully healed yet.

This wasn’t from some simple fall like she said. No, this was fresh, deep scratches, and there was a nasty gash near her wrist.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed, his voice as cold as a winter storm. “When I asked you at the orphanage… were you lying to me?”

Yvonne’s gaze s

shifted, her guilt clear in the way she lowered her head. She barely whispered. I’m sorry.”

He sucked in a breath, his chest tightening, but he wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at himself.

first told him

the hell would she have kept

the covers and turned to leave,

too scared to even move. When the door clicked shut,

her lie would make him think she was a bad kid–a liar–and that he would leave her like everyone else had

at the closed door, her tears started to fall, one

off the bed with

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to explain that the hardnit meant

moments ag came back, carrying a firit and kit and a paper bag.

dow, he frowned slightly. “What are

Vormne’s once cracked as the blinked back fresh tears, her eyes red as she obediently sat

the first aid kit on the

the price tag and handed it to her. “I had someone grab this. Just wear it

a little stunned

there. “You know how to put it on, right? If not, I’ll

of her daze, nodding eagerly, two dimples popping up on her soft cheeks as

smiled at him.

gave a nonchalant grunt, then stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Leaning against the wall, his mind was still heavy.

the feeling that Yvonne had been hurt at the orphanage. It made sense why she

He opened it just a

from

the door and step >

now in the new dress, looked absolutely adorable. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the soft yellow fabric, making her

his words came out more casual than he felt. “Not bad. You’re starting to look more

up, and she flashed him a big

He placed the first aid kit on the table, then knelt down to treat her injuries. His golden

She couldn’t tell if

dress, her delicate arms were fully exposed. That’s when Jeremy noticed the cuts and bruises on her arms too.

purplish ointment standing out against her pale skin

medicine, Jeremy Adler lowered his voice and asked. “Are you hurt

voice sweet and soft. “Nope, I’m good.

up a chair and sat down facing her. He had