Chapter 17

"Each days of our lives we make deposits in the memory bank of our children."

-Charles R. Swindoll-

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Karina was reading a book in her room when she suddenly heard the front bell ringing from the device installed in every room. Not long after, there was an invoice coming from her guard downstairs that there was a visitor.

She closed her book and walked downstairs to see who the guests were. When she arrived in the living room, she was stunned to see a familiar short black hair with red streak.

“Aunt Libel?” She asked. Lobelia turned her head around with a small smile.

“Ah, Karina, I’ve told you to call me Lobelia. You and your husband are the same in this case, never listening to my name request.” She sighed slowly before standing up. As she did, Karina noticed another person in the room, it was a small boy, probably only four or five years old.

He had milky white skin, dirty b