Chapter 1420


    She looked at me and said with her eyes wide, "Madam Reid, are you sending me back? Did I do


    anything wrong?"


    I shook my head and answered, "That''s not it. It is because I have yet to get my hands on your


    identification papers, so I''m nning to go back and ask your parents for them. Once I acquire the


    necessary documents, you will be eligible for the surgery."


    Perhaps this child had no idea what I was talking about. She nodded lightly, looking a little puzzled.


    She gave me a small smile, which reminded me of Wendy.


    The next day.


    Initially, I nned on driving on my own. But the moment I walked out of the house, I saw that


    Sheridan was already waiting for me next to my car. Valerie must have arranged this because she


    was worried about me going back to Abby''s vige alone.


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    Despite his age, Sheridan was a well- groomed man. He looked like a noble. When he saw me, he


    let out a smile and said, "Your dad wants me toe with you and keep an eye on you."


    I shrugged, "I saw thising."


    I didn''t think much about it and took Abby to the car. Seeing that my luggage was packed full with


    clothes, he frowned and asked, "Are you nning to stay there?"


    I shook my head and answered, "No. Every season, Hendrix buys a ton of clothes for me and I don''t


    really wear them often. Whenever a season is over, Hendrix will ask someone to pack up the


    unworn clothes and sell them to the second-hand store. Since I''m going to the vige, I might as


    well donate them to Abby''s mother. It''s such a waste to just keep them in the closet, taking up


    space!"


    He started the car and said with a smile, "You are really kind, but I don''t think that woman is worthy


    of your kindness."


    I frowned slightly and was a little upset with his words. I uttered, "Do you think since she treated her


    own daughter cruelly, she is not a kind person?"


    He nodded and nced at Abby. He spoke, "I don''t think she is a good mother."


    I sighed slightly and said, "Back then, when my grandma and I were still staying in Howell, there


    was a family of four living on our street. The father of the family was a really hard-working man.


    Back then, Howell was a ntation. Every day he would work for countless hours until one day, he


    was so exhausted that he fainted. Unfortunately, he fell into a pond. Even though the pond was not


    very deep, he still drowned and died in it. After his death, his wife left Howell with their son. She left


    a daughter behind, who was almost the same age as me. Back then, I was very puzzled. It was


    obvious that a daughter could take better care of the family, so why did she leave her behind? The


    daughter then lived with her grandma. Her grandma was exceptionally harsh with her and she


    would often get scolded and beaten. I often saw her hiding under the bridge, crying all by herself.


    My grandma always asked me to send some food over to her, but she would refuse it regardless."


    "One day, she took the initiative to ask me for money. I gave her all I had, which was only two


    dors. I initially thought that she would spend the money on something she wanted. Who would


    have thought that she ended up buying a bottle of pesticide? She brought the pesticide to her


    father''s grave, chugged the entire bottle and fell asleep on her father''s grave. Back then, she told


    me that some people were born without a choice. Everyone wanted to show their best side for the


    world to see. But some people were born into a harsh life and struggle just to get by, so how would


    they have the energy to continue pretending that everything was fine?"