Chapter 7

"Good child, don't cry. Life and death are predetermined. If it weren't for you using your prize money to get me that surgery in time, I would have died three years ago."

The director stroked my hair and sighed, "What a pity. Your talent should have led to a better life... I've been holding you back."

Three days later, the director passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Dashiell and I, along with the teachers and children from the orphanage, held a simple memorial service for the director.

The director's old friends also came to pay their last respects.

But among the mourners, I spotted a familiar figure.

Terrified, I turned my back.

Ivy had left the orphanage at ten and later refused to acknowledge she had ever been an orphanage child.

It was expected that she wouldn't come to see the director off, but why...

Why was Zoran here?

I grabbed a teacher from the orphanage to inquire.