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.

pressed her more when she first told him about falling. He should’ve asked more

I hadn’t noticed this, how long the hell would she have kept it

covers and turned to leave,

the door

me?‘ she thought, terrified that her lie would make him think she was a bad kid–a liar–and that he would leave her like everyone else had

her tears started

them away desperately, jumping off the bed with

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apelogire to explain that the hardnit meant to deceive him—that she was just

had left moments ag came back, carrying a firit and kit and a paper

frowned slightly. “What are you doing out of bed? Get back under

the blinked back fresh tears, her eyes red as

aid kit on the table, then opened the

tore off the price tag and handed it to her. “I had someone grab this. Just wear it for now?

a little

still there. “You know how to put it on, right? If not, I’ll have Lillian help you”

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

smiled at him.

behind him. Leaning

made sense why she was so cautious, so much older than her years. Too mature for a kid her age.

knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. He opened it just

from inside. “Yeah”

did Jeremy open the door

the soft yellow fabric,

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

flashed him a big grin. “Thanks, Brother!

and walking her back to the bed. He placed the first aid kit on the table,

on her legs. She couldn’t tell if it was the medicine or

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

against her pale

the medicine, Jeremy Adler

her head, her voice sweet and soft. “Nope,

pulled up a chair and sat down facing