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Chapter One hundred and Seventy-Four

Penulis: Tracy Michaels
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-05 02:40:33

ELENA

The moment Mr. Leo drove into the orphanage, I stepped out of the car and walked to the other side to open the door for Mark. I stretched out my hand, helping him down gently.

“Would you like to check out the playground?” I asked, noticing how tightly he held onto my hand.

He gave a small nod, his eyes fixed on the children playing in the distance.

I walked with him toward the playground and stepped back when a little girl approached him.

“Hi, my name is Isabella,” she said, flashing him a bright smile. “What’s yours?”

Mark didn’t respond. Instead, he started fumbling with his shirt—the way he always did when he was nervous.

“Would you like to play with my toy?” she asked again, refusing to give up.

To my relief, Mark nodded and took a small step toward her. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath until I finally exhaled.

“Keep an eye on him for me,” I said to Mr. Leo, who was already scanning the playground. Then I turned and headed toward Francesco’s office.

When I
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