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.

and Idris did too. He was like a statue when

be a bit out of place just standing 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 blue. I turned to him, puzzled.

owned by Young Corporation. It’s included in the new district development plan. They’ve got six months

clear out.”

unexpected. I looked at him

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 with just government

glanced down at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.

way. It was just that relocating all 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, well,

I did not say anything, Idris chuckled, a bit of resignation in his voice. “You know, Grandma gave a lot to the orphanage over the years.

Madam Young.

a flashback to a decade ago.

built schools in the mountains, donated to charities, and helped kids in the

guilt, pouring her heart into charity work as if she had something to make up for.

down the hallway, the falling snow painting a serene picture outside. “Getting

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

and I wondered how that was going. I knew the whole story but could not find the words

side, there was the Youngs trust in me, and on the other, the truth that weighed a hundred lost souls. Even after ten years, what could I say?