Vickie said thank you softly and then sat back onto the wheelchair.
The officer probably noticed her two stiff legs. Although he did not say anything, she could feel that a hint of empathy flashed through his eyes.
He probably imagined many tragic stories that had happened to her in a place that Vickie did not know about.
Vickie did not bother. After saying goodbye to him, she dragged the luggage that had been placed in the corner of the door and went into the yard.
No one lived in this old house for a long time.
The yard was overgrown with weeds and some spider webs were hanging on the corners of the wall. The originally majestic tree had become bare because it was unattended. Who knew who had caused it.
Vickie steered the wheelchair forward.
Fortunately, there were no steps in front of the house, so she did not have a difficult time. She went directly to the door, took out the key, opened it, and went straight into the house.
The house was filled with darkness.
It had been unoccupied for a long time, so there was the smell of dust and dampness.
Vickie found the switch to turn on the light based on the direction in her memory and the house was lit up in an instant.
Vickie raised her hand to block her eyes.
After a moment, she put it down slowly.
She looked around. She saw that it still looked like the house in her memory, whether it was the decoration or the style, it was still the same as before.
The only difference was that there was dust everywhere and the large sofa in the center of the living room was covered with a white cloth. Vickie walked over and pulled away the white cloth and all the dust suddenly flew up.
She swiped away the dust and coughed. Then, she cleaned the house hastily.
The house was too big. Many children who could not live in the orphanage at that time lived with Old Director Glenn here.
This house was left by Old Director Glenn’s ancestors, so it occupied a very large area. At that time, Old Director Glenn called her to his bed before his death and gave her the house, saying that he could not watch her get married, so he gave it as a dowry in advance and told her to live well in the future.
He was not her biological father or her biological grandfather, but he was closer to her than her biological father.
Thinking of this, Vickie could not help but feel a touch of emotion.
After she had cleaned up, she did not go to the other rooms. She just went to the room she used to live in.
The room was on the first floor, so it saved her the effort of climbing the stairs. After clearing the room, she opened her luggage, took out her pajamas, put them on, and went to sleep.
Vickie was tired out today. She had gone through several incidents one after another, so she was tired both physically and mentally.
She was originally planning to just have a light sleep so she can wake up vigilantly if something happened, but unexpectedly, as she was too tired, she just fell asleep as soon as she laid down.
It was already the next morning the moment she woke up.
She opened her eyes and saw the sunlight spilling in through the cracks in the ridge of the window. It was already 10:00 am.
Vickie supported herself up and sat up.
There was some soreness on her body. She knew that it was because she had not slept on the wooden bed at home for a long time, so the soreness was caused by the bed board being too hard.
She was in a hurry to clean up last night, so Vickie did not bother to find a clean mattress to sleep on and just settled for it.
After all, according to her and Gregory's plan, the group of people did not manage to do it the first time, so they should start their second attempt soon.
Therefore, last night, she should have waited for them to come.
Yet after sleeping all night, nothing happened?
They could be patient and not do anything?
Vickie could not help but frown.
However, the act had begun, so she could not give up halfway.
Vickie lifted the blanket and got out of bed, rubbed her sore shoulder, and went to the back to wash her face in the wheelchair.
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