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.

when she first told him about falling.

hell would she have kept it

back under the covers and turned to leave,

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

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

she stared at the closed door, her tears

them away desperately, jumping off the bed with a pale face, determined to go after Jeremy.

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needed to apelogire to explain that the hardnit meant to

left moments ag came back, carrying a

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

Vormne’s once cracked as the blinked back fresh tears, her

on the table, then

tag and handed it to

a little stunned

to

nodding eagerly, two

smiled at him.

gave a nonchalant grunt, then stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Leaning

the orphanage. It made sense why she was so cautious, so much older than her years. Too mature for a

thoughts. He opened it just a crack, his

floated from inside.

open the door and step > in.

glow in the soft yellow fabric, making her look like a tiny dumpling wrapped

words came out more casual than he felt.

and she flashed him a big grin. “Thanks, Brother! I

walking her back to the bed. He placed the first aid kit on the table, then knelt down to treat her injuries. His golden hair fell into his eyes as

legs. She couldn’t tell

had been wearing long sleeves, but in the dress, her delicate arms were fully exposed.

the medicine, the dark, purplish ointment standing out against her pale skin like ugly bruises,

tending to all the visible cuts and applying the medicine, Jeremy Adler lowered his voice and asked. “Are you

Adler shook her head, her voice sweet and soft. “Nope, I’m good.

placed the first aid kit carefully on her bedside table, then pulled up a chair and sat down facing