Upon arriving at the apartnt complex in the urban village, Mabel Quinn explained the reason to the landlord and completed the move-out procedures. anwhile, Edward Quinn and the driver helped Mabel Quinn pack her belongings.
When Mabel first arrived, she didn’t have much luggage, so naturally, packing up wasn’t complicated either.
However, half of her luggage consisted of her adoptive father Asher Quinn’s belongings, which surprised Edward Quinn.
"Even though Dad is gone, I want to keep his things. Sotis when I’m lonely, looking at them makes feel like he’s still with ," Mabel said.
Edward patted Mabel’s head, "Asher is fortunate to have a daughter like you."
After packing, Edward took Mabel to an apartnt. The apartnt wasn’t large, with two bedrooms, a living room, and over fifty square ters. It was in an old complex nearly 30 years old, but still in a bustling part of the city, with a police station just a hundred ters away and plenty of nearby anities.
"You can stay here for now. When you’re capable enough, you can move to a better place. Your Granny Taylor left those things for you, hoping you’d have a better life. Don’t let her down," Edward said.
Thinking of Granny Taylor, Mabel nodded.
The apartnt had evidently been cleaned, as it was very tidy, with brand-new sheets and pillows.
Mabel knew this must have been arranged by her uncle.
Mabel placed her luggage simply before noticing Edward standing in front of a wall, staring blankly.
On the wall, Mabel saw so graffiti: a simple heart with the characters "Clover" and "Edward" on either side.
Was this... the nas of her uncle and the woman he loved then? Mabel suddenly made this connection. This house, with its graffiti, considering its age, could it be that this house...
Edward seed to suddenly return to his senses, rubbing his temples tiredly, "Alright, it’s getting late, you still need to settle in. I’ll head back now."
"Okay," Mabel replied, but as Edward was about to leave the room, she couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle, who lived here before?"
Edward’s footsteps paused slightly, "Before... Clover used to live here, but after that, no one else rented it for a long ti."
After saying this, Edward left the room. Mabel turned her head, her gaze fixed on the graffiti. Indeed, this apartnt was once lived in by the woman her uncle deeply loved.
Strangely, it gave her a sense of relaxation. Even more strangely, when she looked at the graffiti, she felt an inexplicable warmth.
Perhaps because of her uncle, she also felt an affinity for this woman nad Clover.
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Francine Howards marched straight to Kyle Kinston’s office, but Caleb stopped her.
"Move aside!" Francine said angrily.
Caleb maintained a professional deanor, "Miss Howards, please be mindful of your behavior. Elder Kinston is working. If you insist on barging in, I will have security escort you out."
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