Chapter 1

In the oppressive swelter of August, a sense of restlessness pervaded the air.

Outside the orphanage gate, a well–kept middle–aged woman, her eyes swollen and red from crying, barely able to stand, was supported by her husband, Sanderson Delaney. “Is this our poor lost daughter?” she asked.

Sanderson also had reddened eyes, nodding. “Yes.”

Sanderson and his childhood sweetheart, Lorna Wilson, were a picture of marital bliss, but their daughter went missing under tragic circumstances. After 18 years of searching, hope had faded. Yet, surprisingly, their prayers were answered when they found her in an orphanage.

Sanderson’s gaze shifted to the two approaching him, settling on the polite girl trailing behind the headmistress.

She sported a white baseball cap, dressed in a clean set of blue jeans and a t–shirt, her hair neatly tied back in a ponytail, and her fair face featured delicate features, with beautiful and clear eyes looking at them, misty and bewildered.

Compared to the emotional couple, she seemed too calm.

Sanderson blinked in confusion.

As they drew closer, the headmistress presented the girl to them. “Mr. and Mrs. Delaney, this is Cordelia Delaney

are your parents. They’ve

finally focused, settling on Lorna.

and longing, her lips trembling with the desire to connect, yet tentative

spoke softly, “Hello.” Her

the oddity, Lorna couldn’t contain herself and embraced her daughter tightly, weeping loudly. “Oh, my darling girl, I have finally found

made Cordelia

pushing her away seemed too

slightly. In a voice he thought she couldn’t hear, Sanderson asked the headmistress in a low tone, “Miss, there’s nothing wrong with Lia, is there?” gesturing to his

our orphanage for her brilliance. She’s more absorbed

A genius?

foolish. He sighed in relief, and

outside world. The chaotic streets and the slightly worn door of the orphanage receded slowly as the car moved away until it turned a corner and was out of

sleek black Range Rover pulled up quietly

two

“Mr. Watkins, we’re

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the back seat sat rigidly, his jawline firm. The dim light in

eyes emitted a sincere intensity that made it difficult

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