Chapter: 1176

"Yap! That's where I was raised. However, two years ago, the orphanage was taken over and the old woman was unwell and died."

Shelia's eyes clouded as she spoke about this.

"The elderly woman was a wonderful friend. When I was younger, she prepared great meals and gave me a lot of fresh fruits."

‘She is an orphan...‘ Victor pursed his lips.

“A guardian was needed to look after you since the orphanage was taken over. Why didn't you leave with the other kids?"

Shelia looked up at Victor and answered, “I didn't want to leave.”

That was the only home Shelia had known for so long.

“Are they okay with you being outdoors on your own?"

Shaking her head, Shelia said, "No. But I was desperate to visit her tomb, so I fled. My whereabouts remain unknown to them, and I don't intend to return."

In spite of the dingy ground, Shelia lay down immediately. She was bathed in shards of sunshine that had been scattered by the trees and fallen to the ground. She placed her hands behind her head, her lips quivering. She sighed with disappointment as she gazed up at the sky.

"I want to visit her."

“So, what keeps you from doing so?"

“There are people guarding the area. They'll find me if I go there.

She had no idea that I have a name now. I'll tell her my name when

I meet her again in the future," Shelia said, blinking her eyes.

Victor's black eyes remained fixed on Shelia and he said nothing.

Shelia continued, "If she had the chance to see you, Van, it would be more than likely that she would like you. She had a soft spot in her heart for adorable kids. She said that I was a lovely girl."

Adorable? It didn't seem appropriate to use this term to describe a boy.

Looking at Shelia, Victor concluded that the adjective “lovely” was an apt description of her features, particularly her eyes.

Without thinking twice, Victor asked her, "Since she was responsible for your upbringing, how come you got your name so late?"

"She was unable to communicate since she was deaf, mute, and illiterate. She never referred to us by name. Only a poker card was in my possession." Shelia gently removed it from her pocket as if it were a treasure and presented it to Victor as she spoke.

"In the orphanage, each kid was given a unique card. When the elderly woman split the fruits, she put them on the cards and let us take them as we pleased, but we were naughty." Shelia erupted into laughter, which was maybe due to the reference to the pleasant thing.

Victor stared at the card-the King of Hearts.

“Hey! Did I get the best card?" Shelia inquired.

"It's definitely the best."