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Chapter 85

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Warren was actually okay. Even though he got deceived by Harriet and the company had a few issues, he was strict with others and with himself. Once he cleared his name after coming down from the mountains, he immediately organized things internally and even handed over his own secretary.

After checking, the authority took away several people from the group quietly, reportedly uncovering many secrets. As a result, Warren was seen at the Wilson residence every day, looking as refreshed as ever.

When Quinlyn woke up, she saw the room was full of fresh flowers, with extra ones piled up at the foot of the bed, and the scent made her sneeze uncontrollably.

The door swung open the next moment. “Quinlyn, you’re finally awake!” Stanley darted in like a monkey, closely followed by Larry and Joseph.

“What happened? What are these?” Quinlyn mumbled, still half–asleep, her hair messy like a bird’s nest, looking adorably clueless as she pointed at the flowers on the floor.

“They’re from everyone who visited you these past few days, with messages of gratitude and well–wishes, all eager to catch your attention as soon as you opened your eyes,” Larry said, a mischievous smile on his face. “But I threw all the cards away.”

Joseph, as thoughtful as ever, calmly opened the window to air out the room. “Are you feeling okay? If you’re up to it, come downstairs for breakfast. I’ll have someone clean up,” he suggested.

Quinlyn shook her head, feeling refreshed, but her stomach was definitely hungry. So, the four of them went downstairs together. It was still early morning, and there were no guests at home. Upon hearing Quinlyn was awake, Elowyn was busy in the kitchen making eggs.

Before Quinlyn even entered the dining room, she noticed a heap of gift boxes piled up in the corner.

Stanley kindly explained to her, “These are gifts for you too, fancy things. Many are tokens of gratitude from parents of school students. There were so many, I stacked them up like a Christmas tree. Pretty creative, right?”

“Christmas tree?” Quinlyn was a bit puzzled. “What’s that?”

Stanley was a bit surprised. “Haven’t you ever celebrated Christmas?”

Quinlyn shook her head. She had never celebrated any holidays.

The three boys immediately understood the situation, and they all felt a bit uneasy.

around her shoulder warmly. “Do you want a

could come to my place–it’s a traditional house, and my

hand away. “Can you even get out if you go to his

with bold promises. “Just wait, I’ll soon make an awesome game and reserve the top spot for you when it

argument, Joseph brought up the most important question. “Quinlyn, do

“June 1st.”

soon, there’s no time to plan now. Come on, let’s discuss it

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Chapter 85

seemed distracted, asking, “What’s

porridge, Quinlyn asked, “What’s Children’s Day?”

“I think it’s a day to remember children

sigh of relief, she mumbled, “So many children

a border village. The birthday she talked about was probably when a kind person found her.

all over the world received presents, enjoyed special treatment, and snuggled in

a moment, he reached out and gently patted her head. “Since it’s your birthday, is there a gift you want? I will

bun, turning her head with bright eyes, a bit surprised, as she looked at him. “Really? I want a picture storybook.” Like the ones

the ones by her bedside so many times that she

wish to be so simple, and then remembered that ever since they came to the city, she

at an age that enjoyed playing and having fun. “Then after dinner, I’ll take you to

have to wait until my birthday?” Quinlyn wanted to ask but she really wanted the new picture book, so she silently swallowed

when Warren and the expert team arrived for their routine check–up and learned Quinlyn was awake, they were

books. As soon as she stepped in, she was captivated by the exquisite covers, the vibrant art style, and

in the book. Then he shook his head, realizing

Quinlyn replied, not really

by the window, quietly handling company

company.