Arabella Vanderbilt spent the afternoon at the orphanage.
This was a place she would definitely visit whenever she had time.
Because only here could she find the slightest trace of her mother.
Sitting next to the orphanage's flower garden, Arabella clutched her chest, her usually cool eyes brimming with sadness.
She thought she had become ice, but she didn't expect that the Vanderbilt family could still hurt her.
Why was her family affection so cold?
Arabella smiled bitterly, and finally took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
In the dining hall of the orphanage.
Arabella habitually looked towards a fixed corner where a teacher was sitting with a boy, coaxing him to eat mouthful by mouthful.
"Linn, you need to eat more every day, so that your mom won't worry when she sees you. She has always missed you so much. She cried for a long time when she heard you weren't eating well last time."
The frail boy then opened his mouth wide and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth.
