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.

seriously. When Richard was supposed to quit smoking, he sneaked

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

was how terrifying this doctor was.

half–eaten oranges, and scurried around, trying to

them.

stuffing them away, Richard frantically cleaned

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he felt confident that he

strong scent of oranges in

bodyguard led Behram

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come straight from the hospital. He was still in his white coat. In one

he stepped in, Behram caught the overwhelming

stern expression, and with his tall

medical kit. Behram asked directly.

brow twitched. He held up two fingers. “Two.”

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

“I lost

a long moment. Neither of them spoke.

his case and pricked Richard’s finger to check his blood sugar. Behram watched the screen for a few seconds before asking.

eat them?”

sat here eating for about ten minutes,

frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his tone. “Your blood sugar

closed his case, and tilted his head slightly to ask Richard, “What kind of oranges did

high. I guess. They taste really sweet, Richard

“Give me one. Let me take a

as painful as cutting

was Richard’s doctor. Richard had no choice but to

he had just hidden, and randomly picked one

hand. Behram held it and examined it

like any other orange, perhaps a

them for over ten minutes, and yet his blood sugar

to figure it out, Behram decided to

Behram calmly peeled the orange and popped a piece

Behram chewed twice, his

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

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