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, Mommy will smell just like it.”

thought her mother was

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mother would wear a

the osmanthus tree ceased its shower

again, there would

almost see the yellow pollen billowing out like smoke in

was stunned by the smell.

fragrance at noon today reminds me

She knew

Wendy was still holding a stack of papers, all of which

Tinley couldn’t deny the

difficult for Tinley to consciously recall

rage, they strangled Yvonne and disposed of her body in a trash can in Blorence City, far from

with the stillborn baby in her swaddle.

discovered the deceased infant and necklace in the trash can at dawn,

confirm identity, and a DNA test could

wished Tinley could never find peace facing the death of

dawn, a passerby discovered

to eat, and

be

Yvonne on a bench, where the orphanage director found her

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

Yvonne back to the orphanage, and the necklace never showed up.

Tinley’s deduction based on the clues

know who the man who saved

seemed to have lost some of his mental acuity, and his descriptions of the characters were somewhat

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

draw, but he

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her a stack of meaningless papers every day,

and truly wasn’t helpful, she discreetly arranged

to leave the two–bedroom apartment with a guest room, where he could get

from that section was unavailable, and since the road was mostly deserted in the early morning, no clues have

to live comfortably, Tinley remained uneasy, harboring a fear of

nothing could be found on that street, she started with

was hope, Tinley would give

needed a list of superpowers from the domestic archives so she

even Tinley couldn’t get such

she needed to

as she drew back her hand from beneath the osmanthus

for a moment, clutching

let’s go!” she

from the corridor, and the

returning to the long corridor, they saw two people walking