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 he was quiet

of place just standing around in the classroom, I invited

out of the blue. I turned to him, puzzled.

“This land is owned by Young Corporation. It’s included in the new district

clear out.”

out was unexpected. I looked at him

needed food, clothes, and all

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

my lip and stayed quiet. It 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 like that

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

Madam Young.

flashback to a decade ago. Madam Young was

the mountains, donated to charities, and helped kids

guilt, pouring her heart into charity work as

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

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

Maxwell’s parents‘ untimely deaths. He has been digging for answers lately, and I wondered how that

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