Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

It was time for Yvonne to leave, but before she left, she suddenly remembered that her brother was alone here.

“Yvonne, do you live alone?” Yvonne asked.

Charles’s eyes flickered. His expression remained unchanged as he nodded.

Seeing him nod, Yvonne took his hand without hesitation.

“Let’s go, Charles, You can live with me,” she whispered to Charles.

Charles stood up and said hesitantly, “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Yvonne…”

“Don’t worry, Mom’s really nice. I’m sure she’ll welcome you!” Yvonne said.

A few minutes after Yvonne led him away, Richard returned from outside with his camera.

His deep, commanding voice preceded him through the door.

“Charles, what’s for lunch today? Do you want to cat by the door?”

Richard’s energy was building. Unable to find Charles after entering, he went to the room to search for him.

Impatient after knocking, he pushed the door open to take a look.

“Charles?” Richard wondered where he went.

The Holmes family.

As Yvonne walked past the familiar osmanthus trees in the courtyard, she hesitated and then let go of Charles’s hand.

“Charles, wait for a second,” she said.

When Charles saw her walking beneath the osmanthus tree, he understood her intentions.

Seeing no one approaching, he followed behind Yvonne.

The osmanthus tree bloomed for an extended period.

Yvonne could still vividly recall the day she met her mother for the first time, the day the sweet osmanthus blossoms rained down upon her.

Unable to dislodge the flower, she resembled a delicate, fragrant cake adorned with osmanthus blossoms.

The moment she touched the trunk, the osmanthus tree released a cascade of tiny yellow flowers.

It appeared to welcome her as she drew closer.

Charles reached out and picked up a few of the yellow objects, which fell onto his open, pale palm.

Yvonne believed that plants could communicate with her, and she loved talking to them.

She murmured as she channeled energy into the osmanthus tree.

give you a lovely osmanthus scent,

her mother was as beautiful

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if sensing her plea, the osmanthus tree ceased its shower of

would be no blossoms left.

almost see the yellow pollen billowing out like smoke in the wind as the flowers worked tirelessly

walking in this direction, was stunned by

fragrance at noon today reminds me of when you first met

hummed. She knew

family. Wendy was still holding a stack

her reluctance to confront the incident, Tinley

chaos of that day made it difficult for Tinley to consciously recall what

turmoil following Yvonne’s abduction, the group fled Strate City. Consumed by rage, they strangled Yvonne and disposed of

put her necklace with the stillborn baby

deceased infant and necklace in the trash can at dawn,

it could be used to confirm identity, and a DNA test could

facing the death of two

didn’t expect that before dawn, a passerby discovered

that the man gave Yvonne something to eat, and it should be that thing that brought Yvonne to life.

should be related

where the

director believed the baby’s young parents, who may have been unprepared for responsibility,

she took Yvonne back to the orphanage, and the necklace never

on

who saved Yvonne was

in prison, Leonard seemed to have lost some of his mental acuity, and his

a portrait artist. After a long time, the artist came to see her with a sad face and grievances, saying that he had failed to capture

draw, but he didn’t know anything about

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of meaningless papers

pretending and truly wasn’t helpful, she

guest room, where he could get

footage from that section was unavailable, and since the road was mostly deserted in the early morning, no clues have been found until now.

Yvonne had enough to live comfortably, Tinley remained uneasy, harboring a fear

that street, she

hope, Tinley would give

needed a list of superpowers from the domestic archives so

couldn’t get such a top–secret file.

needed to meet someone.

with satisfaction as she drew back her hand from beneath the osmanthus tree.

gazed upward for a moment, clutching Charles’s clothes.

go!”

the corridor, and the osmanthus tree was in the

returning to the long corridor, they saw two people walking