CHAPTER 106: 105: REMINISCENCE CHAPTER (6)

"Hm."

"What do you think about what just happened?" Florence felt a bit uneasy; she cared about what Abigail thought of her.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think... I bullied Clara?"

"Did you?" Abigail asked.

Florence shook her head and said, "I did call her a lunatic, but that’s because she was flaunting her dress in front of me."

"She said that the family that adopted me couldn’t afford such a nice dress and that I’ve never worn one. But my foster parents are good people. They love me very much, and I have an older brother and sister. Although they can’t compare with the wealthy Fuller Family in affording expensive clothes, I always have new clothes to wear."

Abigail looked at her innocent eyes. It was clear from her words that she grew up in a pampered family environment.

But now she’s back to a family driven by interests and wealth.

"Aunt Monrose believes you," Abigail said.

"Why?"

"Because Aunt Monrose feels you’re not that kind of person."

"But why don’t my biological parents believe me?" Florence was troubled. "They obviously held onto me, not letting me leave, but now that I’m back, they don’t need me at all."

That night was her first night back. She was called downstairs for dinner. Clara’s room was located ahead of her room, and they met when they came out; Clara even smiled at her.

She returned the smile.

Then, as she walked beside Clara, she accidentally tripped and bumped into her. Clara fell to the ground and began to cry.

Florence thought the bump wasn’t that hard, but Clara was crying intensely. She hurriedly apologized, and Laura immediately rushed over to see Clara. "What happened, Clara?"

Clara looked at Florence and buried her head in Laura’s arms, crying.

Laura’s expression immediately turned serious. "What did you do?"

Florence looked helplessly at her biological mother. "I... I accidentally bumped into her."

"Mom, don’t be mad; she didn’t do it on purpose."

Though the words sounded fine, Florence felt that something was off.

Laura frowned and said, "Clara grew up in this family, and now that you’re back, she’s just afraid of being kicked out. You shouldn’t think that just because you’re back you’re the true Fuller Family’s Miss, looking down on her."

Florence completely didn’t understand why she was receiving such a scolding.

When did she look down on her?

When did she ever feel like she was the Fuller Family’s Miss?

The trip just now was really an accident; she tripped and lost balance, accidentally bumping into her.

How could it be so serious that she fell to the ground? She was still standing upright.

"We’re here," Abigail’s voice brought her back from her thoughts, and looking up, they were at the entrance of the Monrose Family’s villa.

Florence followed Abigail inside; Ethan’s figure was not in the living room; Sister Dawson came out to welcome them. "Madam is back, and Miss Fuller is also here."

"Sister Dawson," Abigail called. "Please tidy up a guest room upstairs for Florence to stay in tonight."

Florence was surprised. "Can I stay here tonight?"

"They’re attending a banquet and probably won’t be home until very late. You can stay here tonight and go to school with Auntie tomorrow."

Florence pursed her lips, nodded, and agreed.

Abigail went overseas with students to compete and brought back many gifts for Florence, including food, toys, clothes. She took them out one by one, and Florence looked at each of them, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Try this necklace," Abigail opened the box, revealing a diamond necklace in the shape of a moon.

Florence knew it was very valuable just by looking at it. "There are already so many things; Aunt Monrose, this is too precious."

"These are all Aunt Monrose’s intentions," Abigail opened it. "Try it."

Florence couldn’t refuse.

The necklace was placed around her neck; Abigail took her to the mirror to look. "See, how beautiful!"

Florence’s eyes felt a sting.

She blinked away the tears from her eyes; Abigail went to pack another bag of things, "Florence, feel free to explore the house; I’ll go give this bag to Eleanor."

"Alright."

She followed Abigail out of the room, then slowly strolled along the second floor.

Artwork, framed and displayed, hung on the corridors of the second floor. Florence guessed they might be painted by Abigail, and she looked closely until a cat’s meow caught her attention.

She followed the sound and saw, not far ahead, a room door open. A man in a wheelchair pushed himself out; the cat waiting by the door leapt onto his lap when it saw him come out.

Seeing his face, Florence was slightly startled.

Ethan Harper.

Why would he be in a wheelchair?

Seeing Florence appear there, he was also slightly surprised. They exchanged a smile, a polite greeting.

Soon, Florence’s view was blocked by two doctors in white coats coming out of the room.

One man and one woman; Florence faintly heard something about the problem with his leg and hurriedly walked downstairs, afraid she might overhear something private.

Abigail was talking with Sister Dawson; Sister Dawson had a bag of things from Abigail and was full of gratitude in her expression and words.

"Just in time, Florence is here. Sister Dawson will take you for a tour here; tonight, I’ll be cooking."

Sister Dawson nodded to agree, but Florence spoke first. "Aunt Monrose, I can help you; there’ll be time to tour around later."

"You’re right," Abigail nodded. "Then come help Auntie and taste my cooking."

Florence wasn’t adept at cooking, but her hands were skillful. At the Shaw Family, Amelia and Henry always cultivated their children’s independence from a young age.

Seeing her help clean up so neatly, Abigail assumed she knew how to cook. "That’s impressive."

"I’m good at assisting," Florence explained, "At home, when mom cooks, we all take turns to help."

Abigail knew she was talking about her foster mother.

"Your mom," Abigail also referred to her foster mother, "is really a great mom."

Florence smiled. "You’re one too, Aunt Monrose."

Abigail smiled, slightly paused in reflection. "I... don’t really count."

"You do," Florence said. "If it hadn’t been for you helping me that night, I wouldn’t know what to do thereafter."

"But you, young girl, should also be more cautious. Though I feared you wouldn’t follow me and keep freezing there, you followed with just a call to leave; what if you had encountered someone else?"

"You don’t look like a bad person," Florence said.

Abigail chuckled. "Bad people might disguise themselves."

"They wouldn’t," Florence replied with a smile. "Seeing you that night, I thought I saw my mom." She sighed. "I wonder how she is now."

"So you need to live well now; in the future, when you aren’t restrained, you can visit your mom whenever you want." Abigail said, "Don’t mind me being talkative, but you must use the resources around you well."