Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1947

Chapter 1947 Orphanage

“What is it?”

“I’d like to build an orphanage to provide for those poor children that have been abandoned in the hospital. It’s already sad enough that they’re suffering from their illnesses, so I don’t want to suffer mentally as well. I want to give them a cozy home with lots of siblings. I want to make their lives a little better than it is.”

“Mommy, you have my support!” “Yuvan’s an orphan too. Can he stay there?” Zayden asked.

Nicole mulled over that for a while. “You’re no longer a minor once you’re eighteen, and you’ll be able to live on your own by that. At most, they can only stay there until the age of eighteen.”

“So that means Yuvan won’t be able to stay there.” Zayden sighed. “Why do you want him to live in an orphanage? He’s already grown up. I doubt he’ll want to stay there even if he could,” Maya said.

“Yuvan’s quite miserable. He’s an orphan, so he has never known what it’s like to be in a family. It’s fine to let him feel what it’s like to be in a family,” Zayden mumbled.

“Once the orphanage is built, we can have him supervise the kids there. In the future, we can then have him become the person in charge of the orphanage and watch the kids grow up. He knows what it’s like, so I’m sure he’ll let those kids feel safe and loved there,” Nicole uttered.

“I agree with that. I’ll tell the good news to Yuvan,” Zayden happily exclaimed.

Right then, Evan narrowed his eyes. Yuvan isn’t at Imperial Garden tonight. I wonder where he has gone to.

Evan had already instructed his butler to get people to follow Yuvan and keep an eye on the latter’s whereabouts. He was certain that he would soon find out everything about Yuvan.

There was something in the back of his mind that told him Yuvan was not actually an orphan—that Yuvan was calling himself an orphan to conceal his real identity.

“All right. It’s Maya’s birthday today. Let’s talk about the orphanage another time. Maya, make a wish.” Evan interrupted to bring the focus back on Maya.

“Okay.”

Maya then closed her eyes. Just as she was about to make a wish, the butler rushed into the room.

“Mr. Seet, Mr. Simpson’s here.”