Facade of Love

Chapter 342 Overheard by Chance

With eamest eyes, Ariel offered me her well–won but dearly cherished stuffed rabbit

I was honestly taken aback that she wanted the backpack “You don’t have to trade,” I said. ” Consider the badpack a gift. Let’s be friends, okay?”

The little girl paused, fidgeting for a few seconds before she shyly pulled a piece of candy from her cat and handed it to me. “For you,” she said.

I was toured, a smile spreading across my face as I accepted the candy and handed her the backpack

With the backpack now in her arms, she beamed and scampered off to where the other kids were resting

Surprised, I turned to Idris. “How did you know she would like the backpack??”

littis looked as calm as ever. “She’s been eyeing that bag for a while. It was pretty obvious.”

Wel

He was quite observant, huh?

After we finished handing out items, with the snow coming down hard outside, we were concerned about the kids catching a chill, so everyone stayed in to play.

sat out, and Idris did too. He was like a statue when

around in the classroom, I invited him to join me in the

place is going to be tom down soon,” he said out of the

explained in his usual even tone, “This land is owned by Young Corporation. It’s included in the new district development plan.

clear out.”

he blurted out was unexpected. I looked at

home for them was not just about getting a roof over their heads. They needed food, clothes, and all the basics. Without some outside help, the director could not make ends meet

playing on his lips. “Do you really see

those kids would cost a fortune. Business was business, and the land was the Youngs‘ to start with. The fact remained that if they did not find a way to help the kids and just sent them packing,

Idris chuckled, a bit of resignation in his voice. “You know, Grandma gave a lot to the orphanage over the years. She’s got

Madam Young.

hit me like a flashback to a decade ago. Madam Young was not

built schools in the mountains, donated to charities, and

her heart into charity work as if she

the hallway, the falling snow painting a serene picture outside. “Getting these kids settled, giving them a chance

buzzed, and he stepped away to take the call. I leaned over the railing, lost in

untimely deaths. He has been digging for answers lately, and I wondered how that was going. I

hard place. On one side, there was the Youngs trust in me, and on the