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Ynda’s throat was burning, so sore that she couldn’t even get a word out.
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Charles stood in front of her, gently ruffling her hair. “Tell William there’s no need to call the police. Let’s not make a big scene out of this.”
She found it almost hrious, but just as she was about to reply, Charles spoke again.
“The orphanage has been in that part of town for years. Truth is, the lease on thatnd expired six months ago–it was supposed to go up for auction, but I bought the rights. It’s pretty remote, and I haven’t figured out what to do with it, so it’s just sitting there.”
That statement was a in threat. Charles held the rights to thatnd, and if he wanted, he could kick the orphanage out any time.
Right now, there were more than thirty kids living in the orphanage, plus William, the director. Finding a ce for all of them would be tough.
Even if she had cash, it was Charles’s money anyway. If he wanted to, he could freeze her ount in a heartbeat.
The Sinir family was just too big and powerful. Ynda and William together were nothing more than a drop in the oceanpared to them.
Charles’s fingers gently gripped her chin, tilting her face up. “Renee hasn’t been doing welltely. I’ll have someone keep an eye on her so she doesn’t sneak out again. Ynda, talk to William about this, okay?”
Ynda looked up at him.
Charles thought he caught a faint trace of hatred flicker in her eyes—as if he might be imagining things.
He froze, wondering if he’d imagined it.
“Charles, don’t you think this kind of move is messed up?” she asked.
“Are you saying this is my fault?” he replied.
“How could I dare?” she muttered.
He pulled her close and kissed her hair. “Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll have Jack pick out some new bags for you. If you’re feeling down, just head out and go shopping or something.”
Ynda just felt powerless. She forced a half–smile, turning her back to him. “600 grand to buy a life—if Renee can finally sleep, I guess that’s worth it.”
Charles’s face turned grim. “So what do you want from me? She’s the Sinir family’s daughter, you know that. I can’t just trade one life for another.”
“How could I even dare ask that, Charles? I’m just exhausted. I just want to sleep,” she muttered.
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Charles looked at her for a long moment, then simply turned and walked out.
As soon as the door closed, Ynda’s phone started ringing.
It was William. She really didn’t want to pick up, but she had no choice.
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“Ynda, Mr. Sinir came to talk to me. He wanted to settle this off the books–I told him to beat it. But after thinking it over, maybe this is all we can do. You’re caught in the middle, and there’s no way we can win against him. I refused the 600 grand. I just can’t stand the thought of Joey crying in my dreams at night. That’s it, Ynda. Let’s just leave it,” William said, sounding tired.
Ynda opened her mouth, but in the end, she couldn’t say a word.
William sighed on the other end and hung up.
Shey in bed, utterly exhausted and drifted off, only to wake up the next day to find several new messages from Renee on her phone.
Renee had sent over photos–including shots of Charles sitting by her bedside, taking care of herst night.
May was in the pictures, too. But that’s just how the Sinir family was with Renee–spoiling her from a young age, never letting anything bad happen to her.
[Ynda, too bad I didn’t finish you off–now that pathetic kid paid the price instead. Heard you knew him. I hope he haunts your dreams! Get this straight: no matter what I do, the Sinir family’s always on my side. My brother would never fall for you. Ever.]
Ynda stared at the screen, feeling nothing at all. She shut off the disy, letting the phone drop onto the
bed.
She got up, got ready, and went with William to the hospital to retrieve Joey’s body. They took him for cremation, then went out to pick a grave.
William looked like he’d aged ten years in just a few days. Standing at Joey’s gravestone, his back was hunched, and his hair was now all white.
Back then, he didn’t have this much white hair.
Ynda ced some snacks at the grave, then set the flowers down beside them.
William touched the stone, wanting to say something, but ended up just sighing and waving her off.
“Ynda, I watched you grow up all the way to ten years old. I know exactly what kind of child you are. Let it go this time, okay? Don’t make me worry about you, please,” William said, unable to hide his concern.
Ynda pressed her lips together and forced a smile. “William, I won’t do anything. You have my word.”
“Maybe not now, but sooner orter, you will. I know you too well. Back when my wife was on her deathbed, I tried to visit you at the Grant family’s mansion, but Mrs. Grant blocked me at the door. She wanted you to just forget about the orphanage. Life here has always been tough–my wife and I truly cared about you, but we barely had enough to eat, splitting a single bun between us. Most kids who get adopted by a rich family
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would’ve cut us out for good, but you, you kepting back. You’ve got stubbornness deep in your bones. Even after the Grant family paid us to stay away, you sent gifts here over and over. My wife always brought you up, saying you were the only one she couldn’t stop worrying about.”
Out of all these children, Ynda was the most sensible–never crying, never causing trouble.
William took her hand and gripped it tight. “Take my advice. Live your own life. If things ever get too hard for you, just get a divorce. From now on, just bring some flowers here every year. Joey was a good kid–he wouldn’t ever me you for it.”
Ynda managed a weary smile, taking his arm gently. “Come on, William. I’ll drive you back to the orphanage.”
William just couldn’t tell if she’d truly taken his words to heart. As he settled into the car, he turned his back and quietly wiped away his tears, hoping Ynda wouldn’t notice.
Ynda drove him back to the orphanage, then called someone in to fix up the marks left by the car crash.
Some of the kids who’d witnessed Joey’s death that day hade down with fevers and still needed extra
care.
By the time she made it back to Moonbay Estate, Ynda was absolutely wiped out, but she couldn’t force herself to go inside.
So she headed straight for Ian’s ce instead.
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Ynda copsed onto the couch.
When Ynda woke up, her head was resting in someone’sp. She blinked sleepily, only to catch a glimpse of Ian’s impossibly handsome jawline above her.
He had a script in one hand, while the other was gently massaging her scalp, his touch soothing.
Ynda tried to sit up, but Ian softly pushed her back down. “Just rx for a while. You were having a bad dream,” he murmured.
Ian grabbed a tissue from the side table and wiped away the sweat on her forehead, his movements tender. “You didn’t just have a nightmare–you were talking in your sleep, too,” he said, concern in his voice.
Ynda kept her eyes closed, her lips feeling dry.
Ian picked up a ss from the table, took a sip of water, then leaned down and passed the water to Ynda mouth to mouth, letting it flow softly between their lips.
He didn’t move away immediately, lingering to trace her lips with his own, letting the moment stretch out with gentle intimacy.
Ynda didn’t resist.
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The kiss was soft and tender. After they parted, Ynda sat up slowly.
Ian set the ss down and went back to flipping through his script. “Your husband called earlier,” he said casually.
Ynda nced at her phone–Charles had indeed called twice.
She didn’t call him back, just leaned back against the couch. It was already midnight.
Ian leaned in, set his script aside, and gently rubbed her temples. “Got a headache?”
“A bit,” Ynda mumbled.
“Want me to kiss it better?” he teased, still massaging her head.
But just as he was about to get closer, Ynda stopped him. “Ian, let me just be quiet for <i>a </i>bit.”
Ian paused and pulled back fast. “Did Charles give you a hard time?”
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