Novel & Cerita Despicable Me Orphanage Lady

Aria’s POV I walked into the orphanage right as a woman was running out with tears in her eyes. The nun behind the desk yelled, “ma’am, we don’t take babies!” I slowly approached the nun and looked down at the basket sitting on her desk with the most adorable little girl. She had rosy cheeks, a button nose and cute, blonde hair that reminded me of sunshine. She was wiggling around and cooing and that’s when I fell in love with her.

I clutched Olyrienne's necklace and felt it grow warm against my palm. The crying intensified, and then she appeared. The Lamenting Mother didn't look monstrous at first glance. She looked human, or close enough—a woman in what might have been a factory worker's clothing, though it was hard to tell through the corruption that clung to her like a second skin. Her face was turned away, but I could see her shoulders shaking with sobs that sounded like they were tearing her apart from the inside. "Sara Belladren," I said softly, remembering Eugene's notes. "She was twenty-six years old when she was infected. She owned this factory. She was trying to build something beautiful."

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

She looked worried so she quickly opened up, "Mrs. Peace do you think that kids here are actually safe?" "...." Mrs. Peace gave her a questioning look "I found something strange in the orphanage, I really don't know if what I am thinking is actually right or not but something was not right there. The kids look terrified because of something and moreover there was one girl named Satabdi..... she used to be the brightest girl of orphanage but today when I asked about her, kids said that no such girl ever exist in this orphanage. Isn't it a bit strange Mrs. Peace? "

*** Mid-afternoon, the next day. The kids at the pack house orphanage were thrilled to get knitted cardigans and caps from Ophelia. They hugged her, adding dirt to her clothes, but she didn't mind. She had a gift with children, loved and showered them with affection. It was such a shame she couldn't bear one at twenty-two. "The new rogues do not eat greens without meat. Some of them even go to the height of requesting fresh meat, dripping with blood. Barbaric!" Lady Abena shuddered. She was the matron who managed the orphanage and an acquaintance of Ophelia who often visited.

I replied hesitantly, then gestured to the empty seat across from me. As she settled in, I couldn’t help but feel an odd familiarity in her presence. The woman reached her hand afterward. “Let me introduce myself again to help you remember. I’m Lily Collins and I work at Moon Valley Orphanage. You used to volunteer and support us there.” Moon Valley Orphanage? I thought hard, but the name didn’t mean anything to me. Then she took her phone out of her bag. She scrolled through some pictures and turned the screen toward me.

I was on my feet before I registered moving. “Little moon,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “You’ve never come in here before.” She gave a tiny, nervous smile, stepping fully inside. The doors closed behind her. “I know. It felt… important.” Her gaze drifted past me to the glowing tablet on the obsidian table, then to the holo-display frozen on the orphanage emblem. “Southern City Orphanage?” she asked softly, reading the header. I crossed the distance in two strides, settling my hands on her shoulders—gentle, grounding.

Upon a closer look, the lady with the low ponytail couldn’t help but gasp and become silent right away… That was because it really looked like Xyla didn’t have any makeup on… Indeed, she didn’t. After checking out the mystical crane for a while, Xyla and Ron started walking toward a cabbage sculpture far away. After watching Xyla leave, the lady with long hair immediately rolled her eyes at the lady with the low ponytail. “Are you embarrassed now? She really doesn’t have makeup on…” The lady with the low ponytail coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t think… She really doesn’t have makeup on. Even so, she still looks very pretty. Isn’t that a little unfair?”

What exactly is her gain in all this. All she had to do was help without asking for anything in return. She didn't stop at recruiting Collins at a very tender age but used the other children from the orphanage to do her bidding. All in a useless, seamless and evil AI project. A screen lit up deep within an abandoned mountain facility. Footage played—Collins convulsing under the serum, Lyla whispering fiercely, Jace watching in horror. The Architect said nothing. She reached into a velvet box beside her.

She screamed and ran out shouting, "fire is burning me" People in the office became alerted wondering what was happening. Those that have understanding knew and felt it was about time the lady is dealt with. It was a pure victory in the office. Demola was happy. We deduced from her words, she was no Monica. She is Mabel. Just then, Louisa the model that was sacked came in to see Demola. She was allowed to come in. When she came in, she was full of apologies for misbehavior. " Do you know that lady is not Monica but Mabel? I found out that Monica was long dead and she is the only one left. That lady is heavily possessed and she is in the occult.