Chapter 217


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


    They went there slightlyter, 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’rete 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.


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    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 andforted, “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 juste over from the parking lot when she heard someone called Nia. She looked over and saw


    Nia being pushed by Zya,ing over from the garden. She immediately walked over to them.


    Zya saw her and instinctively lowered her head. She quickened her step.


    Ysabelle knew that Josiah was visiting Yena at the hospital that day. She rushed over to pretend to


    coincidentally bump into him. She never thought that she would see that little bastard upon entering.


    At the thought 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 bastard even more.


    “Hold up.” Ysabelle stood in front of the wheelchair, blocking them in their path.


    Nia instinctively hugged the pot between her legs tighter. She looked up at Ysabelle. “Evil aunt, I don’t


    want to talk to you.”


    “Little bastard, what did you call me?” Ysabelle saw how Nia protected the pot in


    her arms. She guessed that the pot was important to Nia. She zised her hand and flung the pot out of


    Nia’s hand. “Let me tell you, little bastard. If it weren’t for you almost dying, I would have p your mouth


    rotten!”


    ng!


    The pot fell on the pebble path, smashing into two.


    Nia saw how the flower that she has been cherishing all this while smashed to piaes, and she panicked.


    “My flower. Waaah…you’re the worst! Why did you smash my flower!?”


    “Miss Ysabelle, how could you do that to a three-year-old!?” Zya immediately bent down to pick up the


    flower whileforting 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 blossom. Huhu…”


    Ysabelle bent down in front of Nia and sneered maliciously at her. “Little bastard, don’t you know? You’ll


    die soon. You won’t be able to see it blossom.”


    “Miss Ysabelle, how could you say that to a child! You’re evil!”


    Ysabelle wanted to say even harsher words, but she subconsciously noticed Josiahing out of the


    building. She immediately changed her tone. “I know you do it out of kindness, but you can’t just keep it


    from the child.” Then, Ysabelle asked the teary-eyed Nia, “Nia, if your Daddy didn’t die a long time ago,


    you wouldn’t have to suffer right now. Don’t worry. We’ll try to cure you. What if there really is a miracle?”


    She nced at the flower on the ground. “The flower doesn’t even have any leaves. I’m sure it won’t


    survive. If you like flowers, I’ll buy you a prettier one, how about that?”


    “No! I want the pot mommy gave me! Waah! You broke my flower!” Nia cried terribly, “Mommy said that


    the rose would blossom, and I would get better too…”


    Josiah nced at the smashed pot on the ground. He saw the sprouted rose among the soil.