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.

instinctively lowered

Yena at the hospital that day. She rushed over to pretend to coincidentally bump into him. She never thought

drug Josiah, yet Meredith took advantage of it, Ysabelle was seething with hatred. Naturally, she

stood in front of the wheelchair,

hugged the pot between her legs tighter. She looked up at Ysabelle. “Evil aunt, I

did you call me?” Ysabelle saw how Nia protected

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

Clang!

fell on the pebble

that she has been cherishing all this while smashed to

while comforting Nia. “Nia, don’t worry, I’ll pick your flower up.” “Waaah…the flower has fallen to death. It will never blossom!” Nia cried heartbreakingly. “I still want to see it

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