Chapter 65

Yvonne, covered from head to toe in soft white fuzz, her hair adorned with leaves and fallen petals, dashed through the woods, looking like a little Samoyed puppy.

So

Tinley froze for a moment, the still waters of her heart rippling just slightly.

Yvonne shook her head, feeling dizzy from the movement, but not a single leaf fell from her hair.

The little girl was starting to get frustrated.

She reached up and grabbed a large handful of leaves off her head. Why were they all falling on her?

With a determined huff, she took off her shawl and carefully patted off the leaves and flowers from it. It was a little cold, and she shivered before quickly wrapping it back around her.

In the flowerbed before her, there were several delicate flowers–three “drunken hibiscuses, though only a few were blooming.

She had never seen flowers like these before, and honestly, she hadn’t seen many flowers at all. Growing up in the orphanage, her exposure to nature was limited.

Yvonne had followed the scent here, the unmistakable fragrance of a flower she herself could cultivate.

Standing beneath the tree, Yvonne looked up–and was startled to see someone standing by the window.

It was a very thin woman, pale with an almost sickly hue to her skin. Her bones were sharply defined, her features strikingly delicate. Yet her eyes were tired and weathered, as if time had carved its marks deep into her soul.

Even so, she still had an undeniable elegance.

Yvonne blinked, staring at the woman. She felt that this face was somehow familiar… but couldn’t place where from.

“Hello,” Yvonne called up, her voice soft and polite.

“Hello, came the reply–cool and languid, with a trace of boredom.

Yvonne, usually a shy child, wasn’t one to speak first to strangers, but today something made her want to say a lot.

“Did you grow these flowers?” she asked, her voice as innocent as ever, pointing to the hibiscus.

Tinley glanced at her face, barely sparing a glance at the flowers, and answered flatly, “No.”

“Oh Yvonne said, not disappointed, since she hadn’t been expecting much. She had simply been looking for something to

say.

The little girl took a few steps closer, her eyes lingering on Tinley’s sharp, delicate face and translucent skin. A trace of concern appeared between her brows.

“Are you sick?” Yvonne asked.

Perhaps it was the way Tinley’s head was lowered, but her features appeared softer in that moment.

“Yes, Tinley replied lazily, her voice still as cold and indifferent. I’m sick.”

“Why are you sick?” Yvonne asked before realizing it might sound too forward.

Tinley, unfazed, answered casually. Tm unhappy

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Yvonne paused, her gaze puzzled as she tilted her head. “Are you unhappy every day?”

Tinley nodded faintly, her voice even duller as she added. “Except for today.”

Yvonne was silent for a moment, her heart heavy as she watched the forlorn expression on Tinley’s face through the window. Her own mood began to sink.

do… she murmured. She didn’t know how to fix

pondered, Tinley’s gaze remained fixed on Yvonne, never leaving her

a light bulb had gone off in

tilted her head back, her big, round eyes narrowing into crescent shapes as

show you a magic trick!” she

spun around, plucking an unopened bud from one of the

she politely said, “I’m going to pick you a little

bored, as if curious

lifting it for Tinley to see,

not even blooming yet.”

it gently. She adjusted the bud’s

hands closely,

nodded, her eyes finally leaving Yvonne’s face to focus

showing her little white teeth. She stretched her hands forward, holding them up high

spoke those words, the flower bud blossomed at an incredible speed. Within three seconds, the

flower to Yvonne, whose face was alight with expectation.

exact moment, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a warm, golden beam that danced across

radiant, full

had sent down a cascade of stars, filling the child’s eyes with a soft,

she reached

her expression cracked, and for a split second, the winter’s chill seemed to

said with a grin, holding the flower out, “It’s

up. She struggled to reach Tinley but was determined to hand

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her the flower.

brushing the flower. She took it, and Yvonne stepped back a

Tinley. “I did a magic trick for you. You

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In the child’s hopeful eyes, her lips parted slightly, speaking in a quiet, yet

up with tears. She looked at Tinley like

focused on the flower in her hand. Her

trick is just for me, I’ll

lifting. She straightened up, all energy returning to her small

only do it for you. I won’t do it for anyone

temple, her expression serious as

Tinley rested her

Dov

chin on her hand, and the flower in her grasp seemed

asked, her tone almost playful, though still restrained.

about to nod in excitement when a distant explosion

it was far away, but it was enough to make her stop

sky, their colors

rise, casting a faint glow over the horizon, and

of a round–faced child, her hair in braids, wearing a flower dress–a little girl.

outside the Holmes family wall, Victor directed the bodyguards to set off

the last firework exploded, the words flashed: “lan, give

one display, positioned so that it would be visible to Tinley

Kelvin turned his head, avoiding the display. His voice was calm. Are you

rising with anger, his finger pointing toward the Holmes family estate. “Tan

the gall to have Victor’s men thrown out. Enraged, Victor had commissioned these fireworks

overnight.

in the drama, leaned in to whisper to the driver,

vented, he turned around, only to find that Kelvin had already vanished.

attic, Tinley had indeed seen the fireworks.

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