NovelBookChapter 1130
All of it had been handled by him. Flora paused, a bit surprised by the young man's response. Being illegitimate
was always looked down upon, especially in prestigious families, where it was seen as the lowest of the low. No
wonder the young man had developed such a Seeing her quiet, he gave a self-deprecating smile, thinking that,
of course, no one would like him. After discovering his background, she must have started to dislike him too,
right? But it didn't matter to him. It was all just a game, anyway.
rebellious
streak.
In his eyes, no one was worth caring about; they were all just his playthings. He covered his injured hand, his
voice low, "I should get going..." And with that, he turned to walk away. But then, Flora's voice stopped him.
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"No one gets to choose their birthright, and being highborn or lowborn isn't your fault. You shouldn't feel sad or
ashamed. What you should do is work hard to reach the top. One day, they'll remember your nand your
achievements, not whether you were born out of wedlock. You'll be known by your own name, not just as
someone's son."
Her voice was clear and strong. It reached his ears, feeling like warmth that made his ears burn. The young man
tightened his grip on his wounded hand, surprise flickering in his eyes. He hadn't expected Flora to say
something like that.
His life had always been unwanted. His mother died giving birth to him, his father abandoned him, tossing him
into a medical facility to fend for himself and endure endless suffering. If he hadn't been rescued at five, he
might not have survived. Everyone despised him, and even when he took his father's life, he was called a bad
seed. "Sis, you..." He turned back to look at Flora, his expression complicated.
"Want scandy?" Flora pulled out two Tootsie Rolls from her pocket and tossed them to him. He caught them
instinctively with his uninjured hand. The Tootsie Rolls, soft and still warm from her pocket, carried a warmth that
reached his heart.
He felt something indescribable
inside him. But it wasn't a bad feeling. He popped the candy into his mouth, letting the sweetness spread. He
smiled, a genuine smile this time. It was wider and more honest than before, less shadowed.
"So sweet," he said, recalling the cookies from before, then paused and added, "Sis, I'd love smore of those
cookies you gavelast time." Flora's tone was easygoing: "Didn't bring any this time, but I'll bring you some
next time."
"Okay!"
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"I've got to go." Flora yawned, ready to catch up on ssleep. And perhaps have Connor whip up a strawberry
cake for a late-night treat.
"Oh, by the way, sis, I'm A-Zheng," the young man called out from behind.
"Got it," Flora replied without turning, her voice relaxed. Behind her, the young man watched her until she
disappeared from view, then looked down at his bloodied arm. He
thought, this injury was worthy el
Flora didn't get to rest after all. Luiz found her, nearly in tears, "Flora, it's terrible! Something's happened!
s in danger!" He'd searched
the entire facility to find her
Flora's eyes narrowed: "What happened?" Luiz, in a hurry, dragged her towards the square, explaining the
situation as they rushed along.
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