Chapter 118
Selena stormed off, itching to see what tricks Anastasia had up her sleeve to handle Everlee
Victor got wind of Everleeâs antics at the company against Anastasia and promptly spilled the beans to Herman.
Herman responded nonchalantly. âYou donât have to stick your nose in. Let Anastasia do her thing. As long as sheâs happy, itâs all goodâ
Hermanâs words made him sound like a king who couldnât rule for toffee.
While Victor knew that Anastasia relied on Herman, he wasnât entirely aware of the specifics of their relationship and was now making some guesses
It seemed he needed to pull out all the stops in front of the future wife of his president.
Herman hung up and planned to return to Salstrom Manor.
He called his driver to wait at the gate of his community and stepped out.
As Herman emerged from the building and passed by the childrenâs playground in the community, a little girl suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
Herman looked down at the little girl. She was around four years old, with delicate features, giving him a sense of déjà vu
The little girl was skinny, her face was not chubby, and she looked malnourished. Her clothes were faded from washing, and her short hair was unevenly cut, indicating it wasnât the handy work of a professional hairdresser.
The little girl didnât speak, just stared at Herman, and pointed to a tree
Herman looked up and saw a kite stuck in the tree.
Herman asked, âDo you want me to get that kite for you?â
The little girl didnt speak but nodded, expressing her wish.
Herman looked at the girl. Her clear eyes, tinged with a little timidity, stirred a sense of unease and familiarity in him,
Noticing Hermanis hesitation, the little girl shook his sleeve, acting coy and somewhat desperate, as if afraid Herman wouldnât lend a hand.
âAlright, Iâll get the kite for you!
Hearing this, the little girl beamed with joy, her eyes sparkling. She was adorable.
This left Herman somewhat dazed, as the girl reminded him of Anastasia when she was little.
He quickly averted his gaze and gave the girl a smile.
The little girl froze for a moment, she felt warmth in this stranger, the kind of warmth that felt like a fatherâs love.
The kite was stuck high up in the tree. Herman found a stick and after much effort, he managed to dislodge it.
However, the kite was torn by the branches. Seeing her damaged kite, the little girl started to cry
âWhatâs wrong?â Herman, inexperienced with dealing with children, didnât know how to comfort her and felt at a loss.
The little girl shook her head, clung tightly to the kite, gave Herman a bow, and then ran off
Herman was a little confused, his gazes subconsciously tracing the little girlâs figure
The girl ran to a woman pushing a stroller
The woman saw the girl and gave her a hard pinch on her arm, seeming to scold her.
The little girl lowered her head, not crying out despite the pain, and silently followed the woman.
Seeing the girl being mistreated, Herman felt a pang in his heart.
That was when he heard someone gossiping next to him.
âThat poor girl! How can her mother favor her son so much?â
âYeah, you can tell sheâs malnourished. Breaks
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heartâ
âIs that her own child? How can she treat her like that?â
âThat girl I havenât heard her speak in so long, Iâm afraid she might become mute if this continuesâ
Herman frowned, glanced in the direction the girl had gone, and approached the gossiping old ladies, asking, âSorry to interrupt, does that little girl live in this community?â
One of the old ladies said, âYes, she lives on the 18th floor of building 6. That poor child, her mother always favors her own son.â
âYes, before their son was born, the couple was quite nice to her. But ever since their own child was born, sheâs been neglected. Last winter, she was even punished by standing on the balcony all nightâ
Herman asked, âWhatâs the girls name?â
The old lady said, âI donât know her real name, but sheâs nicknamed Pattie.â
Just then, another chatty old lady chimed in, âI heard that child was adopted by the couple. They had been childless for many years and consulted a fortune teller. The fortune-teller told them that adopting a child would help them conceive, itâs some kind of superstitionâ