Chapter 101

Chapter 101:

“This is where they picked you up, with the note attached to your baby shawl,” she said.

Why would my own parents abandon a newborn infant in a refuse dump? Is this how cursed I am? Did I cause them that much damage for them to do this to me?

I think this confirms that I’m truly cursed. They left me here, despite the stench and dirt. I must have been nothing but a burden to them, for them to do something so inhumane. Why didn’t I bring them luck? Why is my so-called beauty a curse when it should bring blessings and pride to both myself and my parents?

But instead, I was rejected like a forbidden fruit.

“You shouldn’t stay long here, because this alley is filled with dangerous and hungry men,” she said.

“I will be taking my leave now so I don’t miss my flight,” she said, patting my shoulder softly.

I sat there for the next thirty minutes, crying my eyes out and pouring my feelings into the dirt as if it could hear me.

“We should leave, ma’am,” the guard said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Let’s leave now,” I said, getting up after wiping my tears.

If I was abandoned here, does that mean my parents live close to this place? They wouldn’t have traveled a long distance just to abandon a child who supposedly brought them bad luck. They must be ordinary people who became poor after having a child.

“I should check that hospital first. I might get a clue from there,” I said, spotting a hospital at the corner of the alley. It was a large hospital, yet it was built in such an obscure location.

“Hi,” I greeted the older nurse I saw. She had probably been working here for a long time, so she’d be in the best position to answer some of my questions.

“You… you look familiar…” she trailed off, her eyes suddenly widening in shock.

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“You should leave… I have nothing to say to you,” she said, walking away hurriedly.

What was that about?

Tristan’s POV

“Hey, kid,” I called, walking toward Dylan’s bed. He was lying there, staring at the ceiling, clearly bored.

“I’ve told you before, Uncle, I’m Dylan, not a kid,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re a kid to me, no matter how old you are. So, what’s up? You look bored,” I said, lying down next to him.

“Anyone in my shoes would be bored. I have no one to play with or talk to. Mom is always busy, and you always have something to do. Grandpa is the only one who’s available; everyone else is too busy to notice me,” he complained, pouting.

“You look cute,” I said, smiling at him.

“Aren’t you going to say anything to pacify me? I’m obviously angry here, not trying to be cute,” he said, sitting up.

“You’ve said it yourself—Mom is busy with some things, and she might not be around for a while. But you know she’ll make it up to you as soon as she’s back. As for me, I’ll try to make myself available despite my busy schedule,” I said with a smile.

“That’s more like it,” he said, playfully hitting my chest.

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