Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

After Charles spoke, his voice was soft but hoarse.

“Don’t worry about me, just check on Yvonne.

Sitting beside them, Yvonne’s mother quickly shook her head, her small, weak voice laced with anxiety. “I… I’m fine… really.” Jeremy lowered his phone, still puzzled by the strange situation before him. His eyes flicked between the two, trying to make sense of what was happening. What… what exactly is going on here?” he asked, his voice tight with confusion.

He walked over to Charles and, from behind, could see his shirt torn and stained with blood, the fabric soaked in the red. His gaze flickered to the collapsed clothes rack on the floor, and he quickly pieced it together.

Yet, with all this blood, Charles still insisted he was fine?

Jeremy’s face darkened, his expression shifting to something cold and grim.

Just by the amount of blood, it was clear the injury was severe. Jeremy couldn’t fathom how Melissa could have just left after doing this.

His voice was low, almost a growl as he asked, “Did she call an ambulance when she left?”

Charles coughed and shook his head. “No.”

At hearing this, Jeremy’s anger flared. He clenched his teeth, hatred bubbling up inside him for that heartless woman. He had known for a long time that Melissa had no affection for them, but hearing about this… it made his skin crawl.

The past, wrapped in the cold, biting winds of winter, came back to him, leaving a shadow he couldn’t escape. Jeremy, Charles suddenly called.

Jeremy grunted in acknowledgment, his voice betraying a suppressed, simmering fury. His gaze was dark, resigned, as though he had already given up on the world around him.

“Check my shoulder, Charles said quietly.

Jeremy hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering in the air before he finally lowered his eyes. Slowly, he reached out. His hand trembled slightly as he touched the torn fabric, his breath catching in his chest.

He gently pulled the fabric aside, his movements slow, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was about to see. When his fingers brushed against the blood–soaked cloth, the bright red was almost too much to bear.

His breathing quickened, and he pulled the fabric a little further apart, revealing the injury beneath.

The smell of fresh blood hit him hard, and he instinctively turned his head, pulling the cloth open even wider.

“Charles. Jeremy murmured, his forehead beading with sweat. He couldn’t bring himself to look directly, only glancing with his peripheral vision at the mess of blood.

asked, his voice

moment, then, with a shaky breath, leaned in closer, pulling the

Charles asked again, unable

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with disbelief. He rubbed his fingers lightly

nothing.”

shock, and

had expected this outcome, so he quickly regained his composure.

tell you,” Charles said, his eyes softening as he looked down at the fragile Yvonne in his

his mind racing, trying

he didn’t understand–it was that he couldn’t imagine it. How could something like

for the right words to describe it. Finally, he said, “It’s like

Jeremy. The memories of Blorence City came rushing back to him–faces, moments–like

felt like a fool. How had he

face, studying her. “Yvonne’s not feeling well,” Charles confirmed with a nod,

had woken up to see the tiny green specks swirling around f feeding on her energy. “Using her superpower drained her body. I stopped her when I woke

though

expended before he regained consciousness, Charles had no idea. But to heal a

all he got

of its usual strength, like a newborn kitten mewing in the cold. Her words

resurfaced, and the questions spilled from

Can we take her to the hospital? Will they figure out she has a

didn’t help. The search results were all over the place, giving

glanced up at him, his face calm, if a little weary. “Call Dad and tell him

was palpable. His thoughts, directed at

breath, “If he hadn’t

this.

we wouldn’t have been born.” Jeremy’s face darkened. He opened his mouth as if

sigh, he stalked over to the balcony, his mood as cold as the storm raging

her face still pale, her lips pressed tight in exhaustion. He stood, grabbed a towel, dampened it with cold

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