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.

you a lovely osmanthus scent, Mommy will smell just like it.”

mother was as beautiful as osmanthus.

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a fragrance of osmanthus.

the osmanthus tree ceased its shower of

there would be no blossoms

billowing out like smoke in the wind as the

direction, was stunned by the

woman beside her and said, “Madam, the osmanthus fragrance at

hummed. She knew Yvonne was back.

two had just come from a remote guest room in the Holmes family. Wendy was still holding a stack of papers, all of which were portraits drawn by

her reluctance to confront the incident, Tinley couldn’t deny the truth in

day made it difficult for Tinley to

abduction, the group fled Strate City. Consumed by rage, they strangled Yvonne and disposed of her body in a trash can

put her necklace with the stillborn baby in her

the trash

it could be used to confirm

find peace facing the

that before dawn, a passerby discovered the infant’s body in the

something to eat, and it should be that thing that brought Yvonne to

superpower should be related to

bench, where the orphanage director found her by

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

Yvonne back to the orphanage, and the

was Tinley’s deduction based on the

to know who the man who saved Yvonne was and what he

of his mental acuity, and his descriptions of the characters were somewhat contradictory.

artist came to see her with

she allowed Leonard to draw, but he didn’t

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gave her a stack of meaningless papers every day, leaving Tinley

pretending and truly

with a guest room, where he could get delicious food just by

the road was mostly deserted in the early morning, no clues have been found

remained uneasy, harboring a fear of the

could be found on that street, she started with superpowers.

hope, Tinley

superpowers from the domestic archives so

Tinley couldn’t get such a top–secret

she needed to meet

smiled with satisfaction as she drew back her hand from beneath

a moment, clutching

let’s go!”

corridor, and the osmanthus

they