Bab 48: Chapter 48: Finally found you
St Agnes Orphanage.
The spring sun shone on the corridor, dispelling the cold that lasted for several days, and a few sprouts were sprouted from the branches next to it, and a few birds happily landed on the branches.
A little girl sat alone on the railing. She lowered her head, her thick black hair completely covered her face, her hands were tightly tucked into the corners of her clothes, and she didn't seem to be in a good mood..
Under the black hair, a delicate little face was tightly tensed, as her teeth were biting his lips, and bit out a few strands of blood.
She just sits so quietly, but there seems to be a gap separating her from the world, which does not interfere with and influence each other.
At this time, a little boy came over with a blind cane, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were several scars on the corners of his eyes, it seemed that something had happened.
Although blind, the little boy's movements are very normal, as if he is very familiar with this place.
"Skye, long time no see. I heard from them that you're back again, so I guess you must be here." The little boy sat down beside the little girl and patted her on the shoulder gently, "Skye, don't be sad, everything will get better."
"Matt, I was sent back by my foster family, again." Skye finally raised her head, her eyes were red and her nose was shaking, but she stubbornly didn't cry.
Matt smiled, took her hand and put it in his eyes, "At least you've been out, at least you can see the outside world, right?"
"Matt, I'm sorry." Skye finally cried, leaning on Matt's shoulder and crying.
Matt still had a sunny smile on his face, patted her head, and comforted softly, "It's okay, it will be okay together."
...
In the dean's office, a young couple sat opposite the dean. The husband frowned, folded his arms, and said nothing. The wife was sobbing in a low voice, wiping away her tears.
The dean looked around helplessly, "Mr. Jones, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"
Jones was silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head, "Ms. Dean, we really tried our best!"
Mrs. Jones burst into tears and complained as she cried: "Ms. Dean, woo woo... We really like her! We don't have any children of our own, we only adopted her, and we did everything we could for her. However, she just can't fit into our life, she is always staring in the mirror, and she never takes the initiative to say a word at home! Woohoo..."
"We take her to the playground every week, to fish at the lake, to a picnic, to a museum. We play with her every day after get off work, tell her stories, teach her to cook, paint, and piano! We really have done everything, but she never takes the initiative to talk to us! She never even smiles at us. She can't fit into our life at all!" Jones took the conversation and told about his efforts, as his frown deepened.
"Okay!" The dean sighed, "When you came to adopt her a year ago, I said that she was like this in the last foster family."
"We really thought that as long as we paid, we would definitely be rewarded, but..." Jones put down his hand weakly, his expression very frustrated.
"I understand, I will handle the formalities for the two of you." The dean sat up straight and looked at the husband and wife with a smile, "Then what are your plans, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones? Are you willing to adopt a new one? An orphan?"
"Of course!" Mrs. Jones stopped crying, looking at the dean with red eyes, her tone was very firm, "This is also one of the purposes of our coming again! We need a child!"
"So, what are the requirements? Is it the same as last time?" The dean stood up and took out the thick papers from the cabinet next to her.
"Yes, just like last time, we need a healthy daughter!" Jones stared at the information in the dean's hands, eager to know who would become his future daughter.
The dean rummaged through the documents for a moment, and handed them a document, "How do you think she is?"
Jones hurriedly took the information, opened the first glance and looked at the photo in the upper right corner, "Oh, God, she's so beautiful!"
"Yeah, Jones, look at her nose, it really looks like yours!" Mrs. Jones pointed to the little girl in the photo, her face full of surprise.
"Yes, her eyes are very similar to yours! Madam Dean, what is her name? Can we meet her?"
"Of course, her name is Jessica!"
...
The Joneses finally took their adopted daughter, and the Dean returned to the office, looking at Skye's information on the table, and sighed helplessly. He walked to the window and looked out, and could faintly see the lonely figure on the corridor railing.
"Skye, why don't you cherish these opportunities? Only a small number of children can be adopted in the orphanage. Most children will not be adopted if they are adults, but you gave up twice!"
The dean stood in front of the window and muttered to himself, The glass was stained with a layer of white mist by her breath, as she slowly wiped off a small piece in the middle, revealing the lonely figure, and muttered a little distressedly: "I don't know if anyone will adopt you!"
"Of course!" A voice suddenly came from behind her, making her almost fall.
"Oh, sorry, ma'am!" A tall figure quickly ran over and put her on the chair, "I saw the door was open and came in. I'm sorry to scare you."
"It's okay, it's okay," the dean panted, "you are?"
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Eric Lanschel, Polish hereditary baron, president of Alice Industries." Eric stood up straight, tidied up his clothes, showed a Coulsonian smile, and letting himself look very approachable, "I want to adopt that girl, Skye!"
"Uh, why? You may not know, but she was just sent back by the foster family, she..."
"Ma'am, I know her information, but I still want to adopt her." Eric's tone was firm, interrupting the Dean's words.
The dean glanced at him suspiciously, "Sir, can I look at your driver's license or passport first?"
Eric's smile suddenly froze on his face. This is because he showed too much urgency, making people feel like his doing something suspicious.
Eric had to come up with his own information and explain it to the dean, which made her believe that he was not a bad person.
"Mr. Eric, why did you have to adopt her? She's not very easy to get along with."
"You can take it as fate.?" Eric looked out the window and saw the lonely figure.
"finally found you!"
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