Before getting into the car, Armand turned and advised Gracie, “Just pretend you found this abandoned child while taking a walk nearby. You've never met me before, and I won't come here again.”

Gracie nodded in response.

The Maybach quickly reversed out of the narrow alley as a light rain pattered on the road, washing away the tire tracks on the ground as if no car had ever passed through the path before.

Seeing that it was raining, Gracie swiftly ascended the stairs with the basket in her hand, then proceeded to open the back entrance to enter the orphanage.

She opened the outer windproof cover of the basket upon returning to the warm indoors.

The blanket within the basket was enveloping a tiny baby who was awake.

The little baby had tender-looking facial features and a pair of beautiful eyes that resembled amethysts which were filled with purity and innocence.

Taken aback, Gracie stiffened, for she didn't expect the baby to have such exceptionally pretty eyes.

Is she of mixed parentage?

couldn't find anything pertaining to the baby's

wasn't any information about the

teacher who came looking for Gracie spotted the basket on the table

sure to maintain her composure as

knowing how long she had been asleep. She asked drowsily, “Lorraine, have we arrived

her confusion, she

taxi, she should be sitting upright, but she was lying down instead. Moreover, she couldn't smell the faint osmanthus fragrance that existed in

herself up on the bed and fumbled to sit

of a door as someone pushed it open. At

person who

she called out to him no matter how far away he was. In

could feel her blood go cold and her breathing growing rapid. Before she could react, the man had already approached

a soft tone. After that, he brought the glass close to her

sensed the glass pressing against her lips. In response, she lifted her hand and forcefully

“Aren't you dead?”

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