Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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At first, Charles did not understand why Richard suddenly changed his expression, but after tasting the orange, Charles

understood.

It is delicious. No wonder Grandpa wanted to take all the oranges for himself. If it were someone else, they would probably have the same thought. Charles thought.

Silently, Charles tightened his grip on his basket and cast a wary glance at Richard.

Charles‘ concern was not unfounded. Richard did, in fact, glance at his basket several times over the next few minutes.

But for some reason, in the end. Richard let Charles‘ oranges be.

Taking advantage of the moment, Charles hurried back to his room with his basket.

Once inside, Charles immediately sent Kelvin a message, detailing everything that had just happened.

Charles knew he could not win against his unreasonable grandfather, but his father would surely have a way to deal with

him

Meanwhile, downstairs, Richard was still blissfully unaware that he was about to face consequences. He happily sat there, hugging a basket of oranges, eating away.

Yvonne is truly a sweetheart. The oranges she grows taste this good, Richard wondered,

Thinking of the bananas, oranges, and grapes in his own orchard, Richard was already looking forward to them.

Feeling full of energy, Richard even skipped his afternoon nap, choosing instead to sit on the couch and devour oranges one after another.

Just then, a bodyguard walked in from outside and delivered a statement as if announcing some terrible news. “Mr. Adler, Dr. Jonathan is here. He is waiting at the door”

Richard suddenly froze. He glanced at the small mountain of orange peels beside him and his hands, now stained yellow. His expression shifted rapidly. He was doomed.

When he was younger, Richard feared nothing. But as he aged and his health declined, various illnesses started catching up

with him.

His doctor, Behram Jonathan, was a strict and dedicated professional who came every two weeks to check if Richard was feeling unwell.

If Behram ever caught Richard ignoring his medical advice, he would not hesitate to scold Richard fiercely.

he sneaked off for a cigarette. Behram found out and lectured

given Richard a small cake, and he had refused to eat more than a single bite

was how terrifying this doctor was.

jumped up, grabbed the half–eaten oranges, and

them.

away, Richard frantically cleaned up the peels.

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finally finished, he felt confident that he had

in the room completely betrayed Richard.

bodyguard led

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from the hospital. He was still in his white coat. In one hand, he carried

stepped in, Behram caught the overwhelming scent of oranges and

with his

kit. Behram asked directly. “Did you eat oranges? How many?”

twitched. He held

and glanced at Richard, his gaze briefly stopping at Richard’s yellow–stained fingers. His face remained expressionless.

hesitated. “I lost

for a long moment. Neither of them

out a blood testing device from his case and pricked Richard’s finger to

eat them?”

here eating for about

of surprise in his tone. “Your blood sugar is normal.”

device, closed his case, and tilted his head slightly to ask

guess. They taste

extended his hand naturally. “Give me one. Let

beloved oranges felt as painful as cutting off a piece

had no choice but

the oranges he had just hidden, and

hand. Behram held

just like any other orange, perhaps a bit

had been eating them for over ten minutes, and yet his blood sugar had not changed. That was unusual.

to figure it out, Behram decided to

calmly peeled the orange and popped a piece

Behram chewed twice,

a complicated gaze. His face remained stoic, but compared to before,

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