Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of more smiles.
Pulling Florence into the room, she said between sobs, “This is what I’m supposed to do for you. Since you were baby, I should have done so.”
However, she hadn’t had any chance all through the years.
Florence felt that her hands gripped her were tightened as if her mother wanted to grab her without letting her go again.
Been treasured, Florence felt bitter and sore in her heart but also quite warm.
Victoria took her to go around the whole bedroom, including a cloakroom, a study, a gym, a game room, and a small kitchen.
It was not just a bedroom only, but there were also a lot of game facilities.
Florence was a bit surprised. It turned out this was what the rich’s life was like. There was even an independent swimming pool behind her room.
After showing Florence around, Victoria was still with high spirit. She planned to show Florence around the villa.
Alexander was extremely envious, quite unhappy.
“Victoria, Flory had a long journey to come back home. She must be quite tired. Let her rest first.
It wasn’t until then did Victoria realize that, and she looked at Florence with concern immediately.
“Flory, are you tired? I’ve asked the servant to run the bathwater for you. Go take a bath.”
Florence nodded. “Okay.”
After that, Florence found her suitcase and took out the clean clothes.
When she opened the suitcase, she saw the cell phone that she stuffed in.
In the past two days, she ignored her cell phone, out of sight, out of mind. As if she deliberately forgot about it, she didn’t touch her cell phone at all. Her cell phone wasn’t switched on again.
Anyway, nobody would call her even if it were opened. However, the wallpaper on her cell phone screen was Ernest’s photo.
She would feel sad when looking at it.
Florence was in a daze. Hesitantly, she picked up the phone and pressed the button to switch it on. The screen remained dark - obviously, the phone was dead.
There was nothing on the dark screen.
“Is your phone dead? I can recharge it for you.”
Victoria came over, ready to take the phone over.
Florence was taken aback for a moment. Subconsciously, she dodged her hand. Victoria didn’t take it.
Florence said awkwardly, “No, thanks. The cell phone is already broken.”
She said that last few words in a low voice but extremely decisively.
Since the phone was broken, it shouldn’t be switched on again.
Everything about him must be buried into the deepest part of her heart. She didn’t want to turn it out again.
Florence tried her best to suppress her sorrow in the heart. She put the phone back into the suitcase.
Victoria looked at Florence in surprise, slightly frowning. Although Florence was hiding her expression very well, with a mother’s intuition, she still sensed the sadness that was failed to hide in Florence’s eyes.
She wondered what had happened to Florence before coming back. There must be a story behind this cell phone.
She decided to ask Stanford about it alter.
On the surface, Victoria still smiled tenderly. “There’s a cell phone company running by your father’s group. I’ll ask them to send us a new phone. What clothes do you want to wear later? I’ll get them for you.”
Florence was flattered a bit. Although she had just come back home, she could handle it herself to get the clothes.
She immediately refused, “I’m okay with the clothes in the suitcase. Please don’t bother.”
Florence picked up a set of her favorite clothes in the suitcase at random. Then she took them in her arms and closed the suitcase.
The cell phone was buried in the dark.
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