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.

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

and he had refused to eat more than a single bite just to avoid being reprimanded.

terrifying this doctor

up, grabbed the half–eaten oranges, and scurried around, trying to find a place to

them.

away, Richard frantically cleaned up the

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felt confident that he had covered all traces.

strong scent of oranges in the room completely betrayed

bodyguard led Behram inside.

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

as he stepped in, Behram caught the overwhelming scent of oranges and frowned.

He always wore a stern expression, and with his tall stature, he was not someone to

Behram asked directly. “Did you eat oranges?

brow twitched. He held up

Richard, his gaze briefly stopping at Richard’s yellow–stained fingers. His face remained expressionless. “Tell the truth”

hesitated. “I lost

at Richard in silence for a long moment.

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

eat them?”

meal, then sat here eating for about ten

hint of surprise in his

to ask Richard, “What kind of oranges did you eat? Are they high in sugar?”

I guess. They taste

me one. Let me take

beloved oranges felt as painful as cutting off a piece of his own flesh.

doctor. Richard had no choice but

dug out the oranges he had just hidden, and

hand. Behram held

looked just like any other orange, perhaps a

yet his blood

out, Behram decided to try one

calmly peeled the orange and popped a piece into his mouth,

chewed twice, his expression shifted.

at the orange peel in his hand with a complicated gaze. His face remained stoic,

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