Chapter 82 No Direct Answers (Sky‘s POV) I walked Angela to the dresser and helped her dry her hair. “You used to have long hair,” I glanced at the picture. “Why did you cut your hair?” She scoffed. “With three girls to tend to, even drying my hair is a luxury for me.” She looked at our reflection in the mirror after I turned off the hairdryer. I took the hairbrush from the table, but she shook her head as I was about to pull her hair in a ponytail, her usual hairstyle, She took her hairclip from the box and put it in her hair, making her look more like a teenager than a mother of three. 

“Sister Grace was looking for this. She thought I lost this,” Angela widened her eyes as she moved her head from side to side, checking on her hair. 

“It must be precious for her,” I said. “Maybe,” she chuckled as she raised her head to look at me. “She has been putting this in my hair since I was two? Maybe...” She squinted her eyes. “Anya said she has been putting this in my hair since my head started growing hair.” I only nodded, not wanting to say anything more about it. “How are you feeling now?” 

“Aside from feeling refreshed?” She hissed and looked at her ankle. “This will make me awake the whole night.” 

“Well, not until you take that medicine Uncle David will give you,” I said, lowering my head and kissing her. I smiled when she parted her lips, but before I could deepen the kiss, I pulled away. “I just dressed you, Anj. Let‘s not go to that part of undressing you and ending in that small bed.” 

“I don’t remember having any problem on the couch,” She bit her lower lip. 

“If this dinner meeting isn’t important, pumpkin, I would force you to come home with me.” I turned to the door. “Where are the kids?” 

“Don‘t tell me you missed them suddenly appearing from nowhere?” She laughed, trying to stand. “Don‘t carry me, Sky. Just help me, please. They‘re probably entertaining the residents.” She pouted. “I‘m no longer the favorite here, but my three little angels. Mrs. Antonetta still calls me traitor,” She rolled her eyes. I laughed with her. “Where to?” I asked, helping her walk. “To Sister Grace‘s office. I‘ll do my reading there. You said you wanted to talk to Sister Grace? She‘s in her garden. Catch her before the angelus.” I nodded as we walked slowly toward the next room. As she sat on the couch, holding the book she got from my study room, I went out of the office and found Sister Grace watering the flowers. “I hope that child didn‘t throw a fit,” She smiled gently at me. “She must be really in pain that she didn‘t. My secretary will be here to bring the medicine from our family doctor, but I would still recommend her to have an Xray to be sure,I said, putting my hands in my pants pocket. 

“Thank you, Sky,” She put the watering can on the table when she reached the edge. “How can I help you, Sky?” She tapped the metal backrest of the bench, asking me to sit down. 

the renovation of the nursing home, Sister Grace,” I started as I sat beside her.

managed to smile at me. “That‘s very nice of you, but the needs of the residents

partners to help you. Catherine, my secretary, will reach out

She asked, glancing at the window. We could

running away from me,” I breathed

hand and sandwiched it in her

live, but she was strong, and as she grew up, she was really smart and independent, only asking for her parents twice but never asking about them again.” She said sadly. “But she would always tell me she was not complete, will never

 

her birthday wish, always hoping for her birth parents to find

heaved a deep sigh, not knowing where to start. “She‘s... Umm, Angela... Whew! The

the girls are

even though I knew it, I was still

nod nor answer in words.

I swear I didn‘t know she was a minor. She said she was eighteen, and we just both became crazy that night –” I took a deep breath. I turned my head to Sister Grace and shook my head. “If only

of Sister Grace, I felt like confessing all

tapped my hand and placed my hand on my chest. “You think she was the

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