Chapter 354


    Chapter 354 I Was Different from Her


    Daniel frowned, “Isn’t she an orphan?”


    Looking at him, I couldn’t help but say, “She wasn’t originally an orphan. The old director and I said that


    she had been sent to the welfare home about four or five times, and it was only thisst time that she


    was admitted. Half a year ago, after her parents had a younger brother, due to the pressure of life, her


    parents no longer nned to raise her, so they took her to a strange ce to abandon her. Later,


    because of the kindness of strangers, she was sent back. I don’t know how her parents knew that the


    welfare home took in homeless children. They tried every means to send her to the welfare home.


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    Because her parents were alive, the welfare home naturally could not take her in, so she was left at the


    door of the welfare home several times. However, it was retribution. Her parents tried every means to


    send her to the welfare home, but they never thought that three months ago, these two people were hit


    by a fully loaded truck on the way to abandon her family and go to another city with their son. The


    family of three all died, and Jodie truly became an orphan and was sessfully admitted to the welfare


    home.”


    Yesterday, when Alexander was giving out gifts, Jodie asked for an Ultraman backpack. I couldn’t help


    but pay more attention to this little girl. Seeing my increased interest in the child, the old dean told me


    about her background.


    I felt a pang of sadness in my heart. This child didn’t even like Ultraman to begin with. She was staring


    intently at the Ultraman.


    backpack, only wanting to keep it for her younger brother. Perhaps in her eyes, as long as she gave the


    good things to her brother, her parents would not abandon her again.


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    “So, you came here today specifically out of pity for her, to celebrate her birthday?” Daniel spoke, his


    voice devoid of any emotion.


    I pursed my lips, shaking my head, “It’s not pity, it’s heartache. She’s very sensible. She didn’t do


    anything wrong, but just because of her gender, she was abandoned again and again. Until now, she


    doesn’t know why her parents don’t like her, don’t want her. She’s been carefully waiting in the


    orphanage, hoping that one day her parents. wille to find her.”


    Daniel’s eyes were cold and indifferent as he said, “There’s no difference between pity and sympathy.”


    I nced at Daniel, always feeling as if he was deliberately trying to provoke me. Annoyed, I began,


    “You…” But I stopped myself mid- sentence, almost forgetting what Sebastian had told me – Daniel


    was also one of those who had been abandoned.


    At that moment, his emotions must have been worse than mine. He was indifferent because he was the


    one who had been abandoned. Therefore, many times, his pride would interfere with the kindness of


    others, making him feel like he was the one to be pitied, which would inexplicably make him


    ufortable.


    I stopped speaking and pursed my lips, saying, “Whether it’s out of sympathy or pity, I’ve made up my


    mind. From now on, I’ll take care of Jodie’s matters. Supporting a child’s growth, it’s something my dad


    did, and I can do it too.”


    He nced at me sideways, slightly furrowing his brows, “Sponsorship?”


    I nodded, saying, “Yes, although I can’t adopt her and make her my family, I can help her, do everything


    I can, to let her grow into a wonderful, excellent child. I won’t abandon her, the old director won’t, and


    many people like me won’t abandon her either. Her future life will


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    definitely be better than growing up in her original family.”


    Listening to my impassioned speech, Daniel gave a faint smile, “Tabatha, do you think you’re a savior?


    Or a saint?”


    Knowing that he was somewhat pessimistic at heart, I didn’t argue with him. Instead, I looked at him


    and said, “That’s not true, because you are an example. Even though you didn’t grow up with your


    parents, you are now so outstanding and admired by countless people. Jodie can do it too.”


    “I am different from her,” Daniel spoke, his voice suddenly turning cold.


    I pursed my lips, asking in confusion, “What’s the difference?”


    The air was filled with a prolonged silence. After a long while, he nced at me, his dark eyes cold and


    indifferent. In a low voice, he said, “You don’t understand.”


    Three simple words, for a moment, left me at a loss for words. I didn’t understand Daniel’s past, he


    didn’t speak, so naturally, I didn’t understand.


    I didn’t delve into others’ past hobbies, let alone for Daniel, those pasts were his scars. My inquiries


    were undoubtedly tearing his wounds


    open.