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"Excuse me, is this Mr. Warner?"
Luther stopped and turned around.
It was actually Rachel Armstrong of Khebury Orphanage.
Just now there was not enough light in the garden, and Rachel was not sure if the person in front of her was Luther. Now that
Luther turned around, she saw clearly that it was indeed Mr. Warner.
"It's really Mr. Warner, great. I've been looking for you.”
“| asked around the venue and didn't see you. Someone said they thought they saw you heading to the back garden, so | came
over to check it out." Rachel said excitedly.
"What do you want with me?" Luther queried.
He had met Rachel twice, when he gave money to the Khebury orphanage, and later Casey handled most of the donations.
As a matter of fact, Rachel usually had more contact with Casey as well.
He really couldn't think of what Rachel could want from him.
"Mr. Warner, thank you for your support of the orphanage over the years. We have recently completed the move and the new
his very beautiful and the children are very happy. Thank you so much really." Rachel said with heartfelt gratitude.
Luther smiled faintly, "You have also dedicated your life to charity, taking care of the children for decades."
The reason he kept giving money to the orphanage was also because he was grateful for the care the orphanage once gave to
Joyce.
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Finally, he found the orphanage where Joyce grew up. He went every place she had been and experienced what she had
experienced.
"I treat every child who comes to the orphanage all as my own child and will never neglect them." Rachel lamented.
She glanced at Luther's face and asked cautiously, "Joyce hasn't been found yet?"
She could see that Luther's love for Joyce was deep in his bones.
Luther was stunned and subconsciously shook his head, "No luck. At least, | have nothing that could be released to the public yet.”
"Ah. I'm sorry. | shouldn't have asked. Although my heart always holds a glimmer of hope ... Mr. Warner, you also need to find a
way to get yourself out of the shadow of the past. Start a new life again. Joyce grew up with a good heart, and | believe that she
would not want to see you in constant pain." Rachel sighed.
"Rachel, you wanted to see me? What can | do for you?"
Luther asked, thinking that Rachel could never have gone around looking for him just for a few minutes of small talk.
"Oh, yeah. How can | forget something like that."
Rachel lowered her head slightly and fished out a red bag from inside her pocket.
"Mr. Warner, | cto you today to give you one thing." She handed it forward.
Luther reached out and took it. He then opened it, and inside was a silver pendant.
It was now black due to its long history, and its original color was barely visible. And it was oddly shaped.
He could vaguely see something like a totem was carved on it. Could it be ssort of token?
"This is?" He questioned.
"When we were moving the orphanage, we found a lot of old stuff. | accidentally found this pendant, which is supposed to be
something left over from Joyce's early childhood. Since she had no other family, | think | should just leave it to you, Mr. Warner."
Rachel said.
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