Fred Foster's eyes turned cold, "Chloe just woke up, she has no strength to hit anyone. Chloe, how did you get out of bed? Go back and lie down."
"You guys just spoil her. Xavier, let's go back to sleep upstairs." The Old Madam dropped the pliers and left, leading the youngster out, and also calling the man who had just come in to leave.
"Dad."
The young woman looked at Fred Foster with tearful eyes.
"When did Chloe wake up? Did she see a doctor yet?"
"She saw a doctor just before she woke up."
"Chloe, how do you feel?" Fred Foster looked at the silent Chloe Stephens.
Chloe looked at Fred Foster, her eyes cold and clear. That cold stare made Fred feel that something was strange about her granddaughter, and he secretly thought there might be some problem.
For generations, the Foster Family had been guarding a Spiritland in their hometown. In order to save his granddaughter from danger, he rushed there overnight.
"Nothing happened."
Chloe withdrew her gaze and sat back on the bed.
The posture was very upright.
Yvette Foster looked to Fred for help, "Dad."
"It seems that nothing is wrong with Chloe. Go back to sleep. We'll take her to the county hospital for a check-up tomorrow morning."
Fred carefully examined Chloe for a while before urging his daughter to go back to her room to sleep.
After soothing Chloe to lie down, Yvette waited for a while before leaving the room.
…
"Crackle!"
Thunder and lightning rumbled, and rain pattered against the glass window making a tap tap sound.
"Meow~"
A black cat transformed from a wisp of black smoke, landed lightly on the foot of the bed, curling up quietly.
Chloe sat up, her posture extremely straight.
She tried to circulate Qi.
Discovering that she only had a thread of true Qi left, her body felt cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
As soon as Chloe opened her eyes.
The sky outside cleared, and someone was waiting outside the door.
The noise of people going up and down the stairs was loud; the children at home were in a hurry to go to school.
In the past, the Foster Family lived in the village. After Yvette married into the Stephens Family, the Foster Family followed the tide and moved to a five-story building in the county town.
The county town was large, and there were many students.
Chloe pushed open the window and could see both primary and middle school students walking towards one direction on the side of the street.
Both the primary and middle schools were built in the same campus area.
Looking up, she could also see the tall building of the hospital.
"Chloe," as the door the sound came, Yvette entered calling out, "You woke up, let's have breakfast, and then we'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."
…
County hospital.
"Chloe, don't be afraid, Mom is here to accompany you. We are just going to draw some blood."
Once they entered the hospital, Yvette was worried too.
She had known since her daughter's young age that she had a lower IQ than her peers, learned things slowly, and would behave differently from normal children.
Chloe looked at Yvette Foster with an expression of pity.
Fred Foster also accompanied them.
"Chloe, if you don't feel well, tell the doctor, okay?"
Not able to endure them treating her like an idiot, Chloe replied indifferently, "I know."
The original Chloe did indeed have some mental retardation; it was true.
But not the current Chloe.
In her eyes, Fred and Yvette were just immature children.
After giving blood and having scans, they still had to wait for the results.
Chloe knew very well that aside from being weak, there was nothing seriously wrong with her body.
The results came back, and all indicators were normal.
The doctor who took the inspection report was surnamed Gordon. Coincidentally, Doctor Gordon's son was in the same grade as Chloe.
And, he was the campus idol Chloe secretly liked.
This incident of campus violence involved this campus idol.
Doctor Gordon knew Chloe; he had seen her secretly following his son when he picked him up from school.
His son said that she was the last in the whole grade and had some problems with intelligence. Even the teacher couldn't teach her, and sometimes she would turn in a blank exam sheet.
Doctor Gordon looked through the inspection report and found that something was missing.
"Have you done a urine test?"
Fred was stunned, "My granddaughter just fell and, there's no need for a urine test, right?"
"Go and do a urine test." Doctor Gordon insisted on performing a urine test.
…
Three minutes later.
Chloe entered the public restroom holding the urine test items.
She looked inside and was stunned.
Chloe hesitated, and the person inside did the same.
In front of the urinal, a man was shirtless, dealing with a fundamental issue. His handsome face flashed with surprise for a moment.
The man was tall and had a slim figure.
An unconstrained smile appeared on his wickedly beautiful face, making him look like an evildoer. But that smile, combined with what he was doing, gave a feeling of encountering something perverted.
Bad luck!
Chloe wanted to turn around and leave the scene.
"Young Master Hawthorne!"
Someone from the outside rushed in, colliding into her.
Chloe retreated quickly.
With no choice, Len Hawthorne swiftly retracted and instinctively reached out to support the girl who had retreated.
Both of his large hands precisely grabbed her slender waist.
Such a thin waist!
Chloe raised her elbow and struck Len Hawthorne's chest.
Len Hawthorne subconsciously let go of his hand, avoiding her attack.
The person who entered the room had his mouth wide open in an "O" shape.
He closed his mouth and said, "Young Master Hawthorne, how desperate are you to be like this, even not letting go of the girl by the roadside."
Len Hawthorne who was forced to hold back his action glared at the person who came in, then turned to look at Chloe standing next to him.
Chloe frowned with annoyance.
With an evil and dangerous smile at the corner of Len's mouth, he asked, "Little girl, did you see clearly?"
Chloe stared at his face with a smile, like a beautiful demon, which was really a bad omen.
Indifferently, she responded, "Impressive."
"..."
The person who rushed into the room finally got over the shock and tried to hold in his laughter.
"Young Master Hawthorne, put on your clothes. Being a pervert in front of a little girl is really unacceptable."
Len Hawthorne pulled on the shirt handed to him.
His slightly long hair swung in front of his eyes, covering his narrow and sharp gaze.
Chloe walked out elegantly and turned left into the women's restroom.
"Young Master Hawthorne, this girl is interesting; she entered the wrong toilet but managed to change her course without showing any emotion. How does it feel to be seen naked?"
"Huh, the girl is quite interesting." Len Hawthorne rubbed his somewhat numb fingers, squinted his long, dark eyes, and said, "Just a bit young."
At the entrance to the restroom.
Chloe tidied herself up and came out, saw a man with a wicked smile, and slightly furrowed her eyebrows.
Ethan Coates looked her up and down, raising his thick eyebrows, "Not bad looking but a bit thin, little Sister, what's your name?"
"Get out of the way."
Chloe spoke indifferently, just like her personality.
The light in the hallway shone on the girl, casting a pale color on her, making her skin even colder and whiter, even the light purple veins were clearly visible.
Feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder, Ethan Coates turned his head to see Len Hawthorne dressed properly.
"We should go," Len Hawthorne's lips curled up seductively, and his long, black eyes filled with a dangerous laugh, "Little girl, it's not a good habit to sneak into the men's room instead of studying well."
Chloe stared at him quietly.
She seemed a bit foolish and silly in the eyes of others.
Ethan Coates laughed, "Young Master Hawthorne, the little girl is awestruck! Here is Young Master Hawthorne's private number, little girl, feel free to call him!"
With that, he took out a wrinkled business card from his pocket and placed it in her collar.
Len Hawthorne's palm slapped Ethan Coates' forehead, his alluring eyes lifted slightly, and he glanced at the unresponsive Chloe.
He wanted to take back the wrinkled business card but stopped himself, as it had gone into the little girl's collar.
"Let's go, don't delay the important business."
Len Hawthorne's gaze moved from the little girl's face to her waist, then to her straight long legs. After sizing her up, he turned and walked away with an elegant stride.
Ethan Coates moved closer, chuckling with delight, "Isn't Young Master Hawthorne's figure great? Does it make you drool? If it does, dial this number, and I guarantee you'll be surprised!"
He put his hands in his pockets, whistling as he walked out of the hallway of the public restroom.
He's nuts!
Chloe, with a cold expression on her face, shook out the business card that had been tucked into her clothes.
On top of it were the words "Len Hawthorne" and a series of numbers.
So the man's name is Len Hawthorne?
She remembered it.
He's just like those haunting customer-fetchers in ancient times.
Really bad luck.
Stepping on the business card, Chloe patted the area where she'd been touched earlier and went to complete the tests with her urine sample.
...
"Chloe, why did you take so long?"
Yvette Foster ran over, full of concern.
Fred Foster, a bit older now, panted as he followed behind her.
"Yvette, Chloe is not young anymore, she can handle little things on her own..." Fred wanted Yvette to let go and let Chloe do her own thing, afraid that one day they both wouldn't be around, and Chloe wouldn't know how to take care of herself.
"Dad, Chloe has had some unpleasant experiences at the hospital in the past, and I'd rather she not go inside unless she really has to," she worried about Chloe experiencing symptoms.
Yvette Foster could never accept the fact that her daughter had a problem with her brain. To her, Chloe was just like a normal person.
Just a bit slower in response than others.
Chloe handed the test results to Yvette Foster.
Yvette Foster was stunned, took it, and looked at Fred Foster.
Fred Foster smiled and said, "I told you Chloe could do it!"
Yvette Foster looked at Chloe, with tears in her eyes, "Chloe has grown up."
Chloe raised her eyebrows. Even though she had been disconnected for one hundred years, she didn't need to be treated like a mentally challenged person.
...
After checking the urine test report, Doctor Gordon nodded, "It's nothing serious, just that the body is too weak. Apply ointment on the abrasion at home for a few days and use nutritional supplements to recover strength."
Doctor Gordon turned on the computer, typed down a list of medications for them to pick up and pay for before heading home.
Watching Chloe being escorted out by the two of them, Doctor Gordon shook his head.
The child looks good, but her mind is a bit slow, what a pity.
After leaving the county hospital, they went shopping for high-nutrition vegetables to take home.
Upon entering the house, they heard the nagging from the first floor.
"Weren't you going to the hospital? Why did you go to the market and buy so many vegetables? The household expenses are already high, she has been here for one or two years, eating our food, living in our house, and her so-called rich father hasn't even visited once, only sent over a few thousand dollars. What can that do?"
Carrying vegetables in, Yvette Foster looked embarrassed and turned to Chloe, "Chloe, you go upstairs and rest first. I'll make you something delicious and call you when it's ready."
Old Madam disapproved of Yvette doting on Chloe so much, "Yvette, don't just spoil her all day. If we still lived in the village, she would have to help with the farm work at this time."
Yvette smiled and placated, "Mother, Chloe just got injured."
"Chloe, go upstairs," Fred Foster also urged Chloe to go upstairs.
The Old Madam felt uncomfortable and spoke more harshly, "It's just a scratch, and she's not going to school anymore. Going to the hospital must have cost a lot."
"Enough," Fred's brow furrowed like the character "川", pushing Chloe to go upstairs.
Chloe glanced at the Old Madam, then walked past her to go upstairs.
The Old Madam felt uneasy being stared at by Chloe and couldn't help getting angry, "Look at her attitude."
"You're her grandmother, can't you act like one?" Fred Foster snapped irritably.
The Old Madam's eyes widened, and she felt wronged by the scolding.
Fred spoke to Yvette, "You go and make something nutritious for her, Doctor Gordon said she needs it. My son-in-law gave plenty of money, so don't worry about finances."
Just as the Old Madam wanted to argue back, Fred Foster glared at her.
"Alright," Yvette knew her mother had always favored boys over girls. If not for her own good marriage, she would have been traded off as a bargaining chip to older men, for family interests, long ago.
...
Chloe sat on her bed meditating, hearing the voices from downstairs.
"Meow."
The black cat silently leaped out from the corner and nestled quietly beside Chloe.
Yvette brought lunch directly to her room, which again got her scolded by the Old Madam.
For her daughter's sake, Yvette pretended not to care about these things.
After finishing lunch, Chloe looked at the frail woman, who was cleaning up the dishes, and asked, "Why don't you move out?"
Yvette paused and then smiled gently, "What's the matter? Chloe, do you want to move out and live on your own?"
"This family dislikes us," Chloe said. "So why do we still live here?"
"Chloe, if it's just the two of us, it'll be much harder. But if you want to move out, I can try to make more money and then we can move..."
"Doesn't the Stephens family send you money regularly?"
"Let's not touch that money, alright?" Yvette almost begged.
Chloe frowned but didn't ask why they couldn't use it.
Yvette, holding the dishes at the door, couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
Wiping her tears, she put on a strong front and went downstairs.
Yvonne Sullivan, Chloe's aunt who came home from work for dinner, saw Yvette's red eyes and felt somewhat impatient.
"Sister-in-law."
"Mm."
Yvonne simply answered and went into the dining room, ignoring her.
At night, Xavier and everyone came back from school, the family gathered, and the house was lively. Only Chloe's room was eerily quiet with the black cat wrapped around her, occasionally lifting its beautiful glass-like eyes to look out the window.
Chloe opened her eyes, walked to the window, pushed it open, and suddenly leaped, gracefully landing in the alley behind the house.
The black cat followed, taking cat steps to stay beside Chloe.
Under the night, the combination of the girl and the black cat was strangely eerie!
...
"Team Hawthorne, the target escaped."
On the slope outside the county town, a swift figure quickly ran to the man's side, panting to report.
Len Hawthorne's captivating eyes narrowed, "They ruined my clothes and let them escape, where does that leave my face? What are you all waiting for? Find them! If you can't find them, go back and receive your punishment."
The men standing beside Len Hawthorne hurried into action.
"Tsk, Young Master Hawthorne is angry, that's no small matter." Ethan Coates squatted down, stretching his hand to touch the wet mud on the ground. "They shouldn't have gotten far."
Suddenly, his butt was fiercely kicked, and Ethan almost fell flat on his face from the force.
Len Hawthorne looked down at him and chuckled darkly, "You can have a taste of your own shit. You dragged me into this, and now you want me to pay a betrothal gift?"
Ethan shuddered, his face turning pale, "Yes, I'll bring the person back for Young Master Hawthorne to vent his anger."
What a joke! Who didn't know that Len 'Five' Hawthorne of Forty-Nine City had the destiny of a solitary star? Even ghosts and gods feared him! Anyone who dared to make him unhappy could expect a betrothal gift and be bankrupt in three days and choked to death by cold water in seven!
This wasn't a joke; everyone in the Forty-Nine City had witnessed it, and none had been spared!
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