Chapter 20

The seller’s expression stiffened, knowing he’d met a pro

He wasn’t as confident as before, awkwardly clearing his throat and giving a fair price 20 dollars, the port even worth over

10.”

This time, Reena paid without hesitation. Her initial offering of 20 dollars was just a wild guess getting it down to 30 was

her limit.

After paying, Reena called the driver to move the orchid to the car while she took Yvonne to buy two more plants. One was a chrysanthemum, the other jasmine, both common in the market.

Back in the car, Yvonne kept glancing at the orchid in Reena’s arms, happier than when the got new clothes.

Returning home, Reena had someone move the flowers to Yvonne’s room, placing them where the jasmine used to be on the balcony.

After lunch, Yvonne rushed back to her room. With nothing to do, tending to flowers was her only source of accomplishment.

At the orphanage, she loved spending time with plants, feeling happy when they bloomed.

After fiddling with those three pots of flowers, she felt a bit hungry and went downstairs to the mini–fridge prepared for her.

She took out a small mousse cake, carrying it back to her room carefully

Two maids chatting nearby passed her by, not noticing her due to her small stature.

Tjust checked, Mr. Charles Adler’s still sleeping. Should we tell Mr. Kelvin Adler”

“Maybe he woke up halfway, but you didn’t notice? Wouldn’t that disturb Mr. Kelvin Adler?”

“Makes sense…”

girl who was about to

the two maids, deep

she felt when she first got the cake was gone. As she ate,

was home all day and sometimes overheard the household staff chatting.

a very strange illness. When people mentioned him, their tone was a mix

over ten minutes to finish a small cake. When she opened the door again, she

entered, and after a minute, came rushing out, looking

-ked.

rushed to the living room to call Kelvin on the landline. In their panic, no one noticed the tiny

walked up to the door. Before she even got close, the warm air

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Chapter 20

that they forgot to close the door when they hurried downstairs to make the

door was ajar, with a small gap left

little push, and it

only a

for sleep, quite different from what Yvonne had envisioned.

a while, perking in but not daring to step inside, her little hand

fragrance of jasmine, which had now become

for a long time but

door was a bit too open, she wanted to close it. But the

brilliant idea, her eyes lighting up. She walked into the room, and

pull it shut from outside, she could

and Yvonne smiled, boasting inwardly that she was

not wanting to disturb

the closed door, she froze in place. ‘Huh? How did I

against the door yet still not reaching

spoke too soon–I’m not that smart after all. With that thought, Yvonne slumped against the door like a lifeless

notice how long the person behind her

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