The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2005

Yvonne’s voice was faint. “What a pervert.”

Drew’s handsome face darkened. “It’s called being a doting brother! You wouldn’t understand!”

It was not just about that. Their mother had summoned her four sons to her side before she passed away, repeatedly urging them to take care of their sister with all their heart and strength.

“Don’t cry, babies… Don’t think that Mommy is gone forever... I will always be watching over you from the sky.”

As his thoughts drifted, Drew felt a lump in his throat, his eyes silently reddening.

“How wonderful,” Yvonne murmured, staring at her reflection in the water, which closely resembled Bella. She quickly covered the image with clothes. “Ms. Bella is truly a fortunate girl.”

‘Same face, different fates,’ Yvonne thought to herself.

Bella was a pampered rose, while Yvonne was just an empty shell, a puppet at the mercy of others. To think that Christopher fantasized about using her as a substitute... What a madman with a wild imagination!

“Ms. Smith, what about you? Where’s your family?” Drew asked nonchalantly while scrubbing clothes. “After all these years with Christopher, didn’t your family ever care about what kind of life you were living?”

“I’m an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage without parents. Even this name was given to me by Mr. Iverson.” Yvonne’s voice was calm, and her eyes were devoid of emotion.

Drew’s smile was faint. “No wonder you volunteer here. Is it to relive childhood memories?”

Drew’s thin lips formed a line, moved by her sincerity. He knew that she was not only helping the children but also trying to heal her own scarred childhood.

A teacher called out from the doorway, “Ms. Smith, could you come here for a moment?”

“I'm coming,” Yvonne replied quickly, standing up and drying her hands with her coat before hurrying away.

At that moment, Drew heard a soft clink. A silver object glinted in the afternoon sunlight. Drew approached, bent down, and picked up the pendant Yvonne had dropped.

In the sunlight, he narrowed his dark eyes and examined the item closely. With a soft click, the round pendant opened, revealing a picture of a young girl. Her face was unfamiliar, innocent, and delicate, silently tugging at his heartstrings.