Chapter 888 The Birthday Gift Is A Forgery
Dexter wouldn’t let her leave.
When Morgan bombarded her with messages, she wasn’t sure how she should deal with him.
Josie, staying in the room arranged by Dexter, replied word by word: I’m fine. I’ll survive.
Morgan called directly, but she didn’t pick up. Instead, she asked, “How is Heather?”
A voice message came through in reply. On it, Morgan scoffed, “Lying in the hospital and getting an IV
drip. udia is by her side.”
Heather had lost consciousness for a full three hours. When she woke up, she just stared nkly at the
ceiling, unwilling to speak.
When udia arrived in the ward, the attendant was just bringing in the day’s gift list for her to review.
She nced at it and said, “Take it away.”
“Right Away.”
An epiphany suddenly crossed udia’s mind. She furrowed her brows and raised her hand. “Let me
see it again.”
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The attendant handed it over again.
She scanned through the list until she saw Josie’s name. The gift thetter sent was an antique
porcin bowl.
udia nced at the girl in the ward, let out a soft sigh, and ultimately didn’t go in. “Take me to see
it,” she said.
The attendant led the way, taking her to the storeroom.
The gift from Josie sat quietly under the light, amidst a cloud of dust.
udia took out the piece of porcin and carefully examined it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrowed.
“A counterfeit…”
Based on her understanding of Josic, she would never be negligent in this regard, nor would she
present a counterfeit.
Nevertheless, udia was certain that the piece of porcin was indeed a fake.
udia couldn’t figure out the reason. After a long time, she realized that she seemed to understand
Josie more than she understood Liana.
That day was a good example. She never imagined that Liana would giarize, doing something that
completely disgraced the Olsen family.
She let out a soft sigh, left the storeroom, and took a detour to the study.
Inside, the light was dim. Mark sat in front of a massive bookshelf, smoking one cigarette after another.
udia stepped forward softly, gently removing the cigarette from his mouth. “It’s not good for your
health.”
Mark’s eyes were dry and looked extremely tired. He leaned on her, letting out a heavy sigh. “Cloud, is
this child our punishment?”
After a moment of silence, udia gently stroked his hunched back. “It’s our fault. We didn’t raise her
well. We are responsible.”
Adjusting his sses, Mark said, “Even the capricious Sum would never do such a thing…”
This humiliating situation has utterly disgraced the Olsen family!
“She’s our child. We should give her our utmost care, don’t you think?” Sheforted him softly, “Let’s
take it slow. For the time being, I won’t go to the monastery and stay at home instead.”
Thanks to Dexter, Josie came to realize that behind the art gallery was a vast manor. Upon opening the
room door, she could see streets crisscrossing in all directions.
She had heard that it used to be an ancient vige, which waster abandoned and transformed into
an art gallery. Due to its sprawling area, there was a massive space left unused at the back, which was
later turned into a holiday manor by investors.
The autumn rain drizzled down. Apanied by gusts of cold wind, it created an atmosphere of
destion.
When Josie saw Dexter again, it was already two dayster, and the swelling on her face had
subsided. somewhat.
Two of them were sitting on a raft. The boatman simply assumed they were tourists on vacation,
enthusiastically introducing the scenery. Dexter stared at theke’s surface, not knowing how much he
was actually taking in.
Instead, Josie seemed quite intrigued. “Really? Is it really that special? Can that tree actually grant
wishes?”
In the center of theke, there stood a century-old tree, adorned with red ribbons. These were hung by
visitors who came to make their wishes.
“Of course. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many peopleing year after year,” said the boatman.