When Loraine regained herposure, she asked, Do you want to go to the bathroom and clean


    yourself up first?”


    Marco was uncertain about what was on Loraine’s mind. He was apprehensive that he might upset her


    and didn’t want to lose herpany. He shook his head. “It’s fine. Please continue.”


    Loraine exhaled a deep sigh, trying to clear her thoughts, and resumed discussing business matters as


    if nothing had happened.


    Most of the arrangements for Cheap and Fine Group’s admission were settled, and Loraine only


    needed to confirm some details with Marco.


    Soon, the business talk was concluded.


    Loraine put her elbows on the table and covered her mouth as she coughed. She turned away from


    Marco, attempting to avoid eye contact with him, and said, “Let’s call it a day.”


    “Wait a minute.” Marco looked up at Loraine.


    Loraine gave him a doubtful nce and asked, “What’s the matter?”


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    Marco had been feeling down all day, and at that moment, he blurted out, “Loraine, do you still


    remember your parents?”


    As far as he could recall, her parents Left when she was young.


    Loraine was luckier than him since she had people who loved her and knew where she came from.


    But what about him?


    What was his true identity?


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    Marco’s gaze went nk for a moment. When he saw the stunned expression on Loraine’s face, he


    immediately snapped out of it.


    How could he say something like that?


    Loraine’s parents must have left a painful mark in her heart. Even though he was feeling sorrowful, he


    shouldn’t have brought up anything that could trigger her sadness.


    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” Marco apologized.


    Loraine shook her head, sensing that Marco was feeling off today. She didn’t press him on why he


    suddenly brought up her parents. Instead, she looked down.


    As Marco’s words lingered in her mind, she couldn’t help but reminisce about her childhood.


    Actually, she couldn’t recall her parents vividly.


    She attempted to remember, but her mind only held on to two blurry figures.


    After a long pause, Loraine said in a low voice, “When I was very young, my parents died in a car


    ident, and I was sent to an orphanage in the countryside. It wasn’t until middle school that my


    grandpa found me.”


    Marco’s heart raced. Loraine was opening up to him about her past.