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.

so I sat out, and Idris did too. He was like a statue when he was quiet

bit out of place just standing around in the classroom, I invited him to

out of the

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

clear out.”

news that he blurted out was unexpected. I looked at him

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 with

glanced down at me, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Do you really see

saw him that 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, it would not be the

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

Madam Young.

a decade

in the mountains, donated to charities, and helped kids in the poorest places.

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

myself as I wandered down the hallway, the falling snow painting a serene picture outside. “Getting these kids settled, giving them a chance at a different life…. that’s

call. I leaned over the railing, lost

digging for answers lately, and I wondered how that was

between a rock and a hard place. On one 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