NOVPUBChapter 905: 438 Snow Birth_3 Chapter 905: 438 Snow Birth_3 Mykel Dankworth was curious about what she was thinking, because he saw a hint of sadness in Aubree Groove’s eyes.
She always controlled her emotions well, never allowing feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness to show openly.
Except for her calm and gentle gaze, no other emotional tones were present.
So when he saw an expression of sadness in her eyes, one he had never seen before, it shocked him.
For a moment, it felt as though his heart was being tightly squeezed, causing a throbbing pain.
The young lady looked blankly for a while, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.
Mykel Dankworth quickly caught up with her without saying a word, following quietly by her side.
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The snowflakes weren’t large, falling lightly on their bodies, melting into misty drops that wet their eyelashes.
Aubree stepped out of the school gate while Easton Morris was waiting in his car by the road.
Instead of getting in, Aubree walked slowly along the road and Easton Morris cautiously kept a distance between his car and her.
Mykel Dankworth looked at the young lady’s retreating figure and sighed.
Despite possessing everything most people dream of – wealth, status, intelligence, and beauty – she was very lonely.
Easton Morris glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing a black sedan following at a steady pace, maintaining a consistent distance from him.
In the car, a man was resting his elbow on the car window, supporting his head and gazing at the white figure ahead.
His eyes were deep and impenetrable.
“Boss, they’ve found Gabriella Linggo, but her condition isn’t great, we’re not sure if she’ll make it.” the sounds of a young voice came through the headphones.
“Mmm…” The man’s deep voice seemed to emanate from his chest.
“It turns out that Lidya Linggo didn’t die all those years ago.
Madon Linggo has begun investigating the big fire from thirteen years ago.
Considering that case was full of holes, surely they’ll uncover something if they do some digging, especially now that they have Lidya Linggo as a witness.”
The man’s gaze was deep and he unhurriedly scratched his chin, which had grown a stubble at some point, causing a faint itching on his fingertips.
“Keep a close eye on them.
Don’t underestimate Madon Linggo, don’t let him detect you.
I need to know Nikita Parker’s and the child’s whereabouts.”
Virginia Frost had been looking for the mother and daughter for over a decade, but there was still no trace of them.
Were they dead or hidden in some corner of the world?
The only clue was with Gabriella Linggo.
If she died, this secret would be buried forever.
The man’s gaze pierced through the flying snow, focusing on the elegant white figure ahead.
Today was also Hellena Groove and Titi Groove’s final examination day.
Aubree didn’t have to wait long at the school gate until she heard their synchronized, joyful voices: “Aubree!!!”
They were both excited and surprised.
The two girls came flying, throwing themselves into Aubree’s arms, embracing her waist.
“Aubree, you came to pick us up, that’s great.” Hellena’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
With a smile, Aubree patted both girls’ heads.
Snow fell on their hair, covering a thin layer of white frost.
“Aubree is taking you home.”
“So, Aubree, are you going to stay with us tonight?” Hellena asked cautiously.
Aubree smiled and nodded: “Sure.”
“Great.” Unable to contain her excitement, Hellena embraced Aubree again.
Audra Grant was unable to hide her excitement, “Aubree.”
Aubree nodded in response with a smile.
Her gaze then fell upon the man standing behind Audra Grant.
The man adjusted the glasses on his nose.
He stood tall, a gentlemanly elegance about him.
“Miss Aubree, hello, I am Hellena and Titi’s mathematics teacher, my name is Christopher Harris.”
Aubree nodded slightly and smiled: “Hello Mr.
Harris, I am sorry if Hellena and Titi have caused you any trouble.”
“Both children are very smart and well-behaved, how could they be trouble?”
The snow seemed to suddenly grow heavier, upgrading from flakes to clumps and covering the earthly world.
The young lady’s face was hidden among the snow, her features becoming more transparent – and colder – than the snow itself.
Christopher’s eyes flashed as he lowered his head and laughed.
He was reminded of a famous quote from the internet: if we can weather the snow together, we can grow old together.
Growing old together…
It was as though a string had tugged at the depths of his heart, causing a faint ache.
Aubree held Hellena and Titi’s hands.
“Say goodbye to Mr.
Harris, we’re going home.”
Both of them obediently waved, “Goodbye Mr.
Harris.”
Then, with anticipation, they turned around.
With one on each side, they held Aubree’s arms.
The girls seemed to have grown a bit taller, their figures beginning to show the grace of young women.
“Aubree, it’s snowing.
This is my first time seeing snow.
The elder sister, told me that the last time it snowed, you had just come to the Buddhist nunnery.
She said you’re a child born of snow.
She even wanted to call you Snow-Born.”
