Chapter 1 Maggie's Life Was Ruined

In Austin, it was extremely hot in the midsummer. And there had been a cloudburst just now.

The slate floor outside the villa was covered with moss, and the rain was dripping from the eaves.

In the living room, a small black suitcase was next to the coffee table. A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting on the sofa. She wore a white T-shirt. Her long hair hung down. Her slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids, and only her side face was revealed.

Her bare arm was dazzlingly white, and one could almost see the blue blood vessels on it, as well as the dense needle holes.

"Give it to me. Why did you give her so much money..."

On the next stairs, a middle-aged woman dressed up as a lady snatched a bank card from the man with a look of disgust.

"We have provided her with food and clothing and let her go to school all these years. We have done everything we can."

"She wants to go back to find her biological parents. Why should you give her any money?"

The man had irresolute eyes. His eyes showed that he couldn't bear to watch the girl leave.

"But I heard that where she will go is not very good. Her biological parents passed away a few years ago. Maggie is now in her last year of high school. It is a critical moment. Her life might be ruined if she goes back to that place..."

"It's none of your business."

Mrs. Olson glared at him. "Nancy is your biological daughter."

Mrs. Olson glanced at the sofa downstairs, and some disdain flashed in her eyes.

"What's more, back then, we brought her back from the orphanage to give Nancy a blood transfusion. Nancy is almost healed now, so we don't need to keep her..."

"Alas." Mr. Olson sighed. Although he cared a little about Maggie Olson, his adopted daughter, he loved his biological daughter more. So, he compromised. "Okay, then let me see her off."

Mrs. Olson rolled her eyes at him and muttered something. Then, she took the bank card and stuffed it into her bag. "Go ahead."

"Maggie." Mr. Olson came downstairs. Looking at the girl in front of him who was as pale as a sheet of paper, he felt sorry for her.

The girl raised her head, revealing her entire face. Her facial features were exquisite, and she was a little too beautiful.

She had a pair of beautiful eyes and a calm demeanor. Besides, she exuded a kind of coldness that didn't belong to a little girl of this age.

A faint cyan color under her eyes made her look pale and sickly.

Mr. Olson felt guilty. Maggie used to be in good health. But because she had given Nancy Olson a blood transfusion over the years, she was almost in a terrible physical state.

"Maggie, have you packed up all your things?" Mr. Olson asked gently.

Maggie nodded, blinking her crow-feather eyelashes. She couldn't speak and was dumb.

Mr. Olson took her back from the orphanage ten years ago. Because she couldn't speak, no one had been willing to adopt her.

But Mr. Olson heard from the head of the orphanage that it wasn't congenital. She was frightened when she was a child, so she suffered from aphasia.

"Okay then, I'll walk you out." Mr. Olson helped her pick up the suitcase next to her.

Maggie stood up and followed him. She was quiet and silent, and her eyes were indifferent and calm.

It seemed that she had no excessive reaction about leaving the Olson Villa.

"Maggie, take this. There are twenty thousand dollars in it." Mr. Olson, who walked Maggie to the door, still took out a bank card and handed it over.

Maggie blinked her eyes, looked up at him calmly, and shook her head. Then, she took out her mobile phone, typed, and handed it over.

[No need. I have money.]

Mr. Olson sighed. He didn't think a seventeen-year-old girl had money.

He forced Maggie to take it. "Take it. When you get back to your own home, you'll have to need money."

Maggie pursed her lips, not wanting to argue with him. Just now, she had received a message, saying that the person who would pick her up had arrived and was waiting for her.

She took the bank card. Her eyes were calm, and she typed on the phone. [Thank you.]

"Alas, silly girl." Mr. Olson shook his head and handed her the suitcase. "Text me when you get home safely."

Maggie lowered her eyes and nodded. After taking the suitcase, she bowed to Mr. Olson, turned around, and left.

Mr. Olson looked at her figure with complicated emotions.

He had investigated the information about Maggie's biological parents. They were both poor teachers. They had been dead in a car accident a few years ago. There were a few people in the family. And the family lived in a rented house. Maggie had several older brothers who achieved nothing and disappeared these years. According to their neighbors, only Maggie's grandfather who was in his 80s lived in the house.

Thinking of this, Mr. Olson believed that Maggie's life was ruined.