Chapter 22 The Wishful Abacus (1)

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 The Wishful Abacus (1)I’ve damn loved you all along!

Louis Cox looked at her, but ultimately couldn’t say these words out loud. He lowered his head, rummaged for a cigarette pack in his pocket, lit one with his hands, and leaned against the railing, exhaling smoke.

Few people knew about Mia Ginger’s return to the Ginger Family.

He had someone investigate privately, only then learning about her noble identity.

The feeling was utterly unpleasant. If before he was always trying to conquer her, now he could only watch her drift further away.

She belonged to the Ginger Family, creating an insurmountable chasm between them.

"Thank you for protecting me and my mom all these years." Mia Ginger turned around, gripping the railing with both hands, her voice earnest.

"Don’t say useless things," Louis Cox smirked as he extinguished the cigarette butt with his foot, "I really enjoy this feeling."

"Huh?"

"You owe me," Louis Cox tilted his head to gaze into her eyes, "The feeling of you owing me, I really enjoy it. So, how about owing me a bit more?"

Mia understood he was referring to money and laughed, "No more. I’m afraid I can’t pay back if it’s more. I’ll take care of her illness, don’t worry."

"Unwilling." Louis Cox smiled, "Don’t want any more entanglement with me? Do you think Eastern Peak Village is your stain? Eager to get rid of it?"

Mia walked to the roadside to hail a cab.

Her figure was slim, standing sideways as thin as paper, seemingly a gust of wind could blow her away.

Louis Cox looked at her fair and beautiful side profile, raised his voice loudly asking, "Is it? Including me, am I a stain on you too?"

"No." She turned around seriously, "Eastern Peak Village is my past."

"As for you," Mia slightly tilted her head, thinking very earnestly, pressing her lips together to smile, "you are just you."

"That’s as good as saying nothing." Louis Cox sneered.

"You understand."

Mia said seriously, then turned around and got in the taxi.

Heading home all the way.

Past moments flashed through her mind like film scenes, finally freezing on Camilia Davis’s face a month ago.

Camilia Davis’s hometown was in Southwest Village. At fifteen, due to a landslide, her family was destroyed. She and two people from the same village took a ride to Cloud Capital to work.

Starting as a dishwashing waitress in a small restaurant, eventually working in private rooms at an entertainment club.

She was the kind who could be taken away by a guest.

Got pregnant before twenty, a middle-aged man in his forties gave her five hundred bucks for an abortion. She chose a cheap small clinic and had a hemorrhage during the procedure, saved her life, but lost the ability to become a mother.

When met her at the entrance of the mall, Camilia was barely in her twenties.

A bit neurotic due to the blow from the abortion.

At that time, she was two years old and would occasionally cry at home, but outside was very obedient. Would tilt her head and tell people, "I’m Mia, dad says, the ’Mia’ in ’green leaves’ is my name."

Camilia bought a colorful balloon and played with her for a while, seeing that no adult was looking for her, impulsively took her away.

Of course, she panicked afterwards, leaving Cloud Capital the same day, traveled around different places for several years, and came back.

Started as a helper at a recycling station, saw her two-year-old photo in an old newspaper and cautiously inquired, knowing her identity.

But by that time, they’d depended on each other for many years, adopted a daughter, and had a son too.

Out of personal interest, Camilia always hid the truth until a month ago, when she suddenly revealed everything to her, trying to contact the Ginger Family in every possible way.

Probably learned she had cervical cancer.

However—

It was really too long ago.

Long enough for her biological mom to completely forget the pain of losing her back then, long enough for the adopted Zuri Ginger to perfectly fill her void, long enough for her to miss her brother’s birth and growth, long enough for her appearance to change, and even Koa Jackson, who had seen her, couldn’t recognize her that year.