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.

never been great with kids, so I sat out, and Idris did too. He was like a

the classroom, I invited him to

down soon,” he said out of the blue. I turned to him, puzzled. ‘ What?TM

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

clear out.”

news that he blurted out was unexpected. I looked at him and asked, “Where will all these kids go?TM

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 aid.

his lips. “Do you really see me as some cold

was not that I 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 first time something

say anything, Idris chuckled, a bit of resignation in his voice. “You know, Grandma gave a lot to

Madam Young.

a flashback to a decade ago.

she built schools in the mountains, donated to

her heart into charity work as if she had something to make

thoughts to myself as I wandered down the hallway, the falling snow painting a serene picture outside. “Getting these kids settled, giving

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

mind drifted to Maxwell’s parents‘ untimely deaths. He has been digging for answers lately, and I wondered how that was going. I knew the whole story but could not

rock and a hard place. On one side, there was the Youngs trust in me, and on the other, the truth that