Chapter 217

“Alright.” Zya pushed Nia along and headed to the southern corner.

They went there slightly later, so half of the sunlight was already blocked by the building. Nia held the pot and said, “Aunt Zya, the rose will die if it doesn’t get any sunlight.” “Is that so? But we’re late today. The sun has left.” “Aunt Zya, there still is sun downstairs.” Nia pointed at the garden below. “Let’s take the flower to get some sunlight.”

“Okay, then.” Zya nodded and pushed Nia toward the lift.

In the garden, Nia said to the rose, “Little rose, you have to quickly grow and blossom, because I want to get better soon.”

Zya smiled and comforted, “Nia, spring will be here soon. Your rose will grow up soon.” “Hmm. I believe so.” Nia nodded seriously. “Nia, it’s time. Let’s head back.” “Okay.” Nia hugged the pot tightly. Ysabelle had just come over from the parking lot when she heard someone called Nia. She looked over and saw Nia being pushed by Zya, coming over from the garden. She immediately walked over to them.

saw her and instinctively lowered her head. She quickened

that Josiah was visiting Yena at the hospital that day. She rushed over to pretend to coincidentally bump

of how she finally had the chance to drug Josiah, yet Meredith took advantage of it, Ysabelle was seething with hatred. Naturally, she hated the little

front of the wheelchair, blocking them

pot between her legs tighter. She looked up at

Ysabelle saw how Nia protected the pot

the pot out of Nia’s hand. “Let me tell you, little bastard. If it weren’t for you

Clang!

fell on the pebble

cherishing all this while smashed to piaes,

three-year-old!?” Zya immediately bent down to pick up the flower while comforting Nia. “Nia, don’t worry, I’ll pick your

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