Reborn and Revenge

Chapter 22 Spiritual Sustenance

Fortunately, Dean Isabel Lane was a sensible man.

She was a capable person. After she took over the orphanage, although she was still living a poor life,

she managed to get every sick child treated in time.

Angel stood at the door and surveyed it. Nothing had changed.

From the gate to look inside, there were teachers in the playground taking children exercise in laughter.

The security guard at the door noticed them and asked, “Who do you want to see, please?”

Angel smiled. “I came to see Dean Lane and deliver something.”

Alexia was stunned.

Angel seemed to know here well.

But she had only been back for a week and was busy every day. When had she been here before?

The security guard opened the door and let them in, directing them to the dean's office.

From the entrance to the main building, there was a long winding corridor, flanked by the playground,

which was empty. After all, they were all disabled children, so they could not have accidents again.

There were some stone tables and benches on the side of the corridor.

Angel stopped her pace.

In front of them on the left, there was a stone table, where a middle-aged woman was feeding a five-

year-old girl sitting on the stone bench.

“Lillie, you have good performance today. You will recover if you do well like this every day.”

The voice was soft and gentle, but it was like a hammer that struck Angel's heart.

Angel stumbled and clung to the railing beside her.

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just looking out.

Angel tried to take deep breaths to calm herself.

“Sofia, did you forget that I had a heart attack again?” The little girl, called Lillie, swallowed the food

and said in a soft voice.

“No, but it doesn’t matter? As long as you have treatment, you will be fine.” Sofia said with a smile.

The little girl sighed, “It’s useless, even my mother abandoned me.”

“No, no mother will abandon her own child. Your mother must have her reason to temporarily put you

here. When she finished her work, she will pick you up.” Sofia said.

Lillie looked at Sofia, “Really?”

Sofia nodded with a smile, “Of course, Lillie, every child is the mother's little angel, mother will always

protect her children.”

“So, am I an angel, too?” Her eyes brightened.

Sofia nodded, “Yes, you are.” Sofia wiped her mouth.

Lillie thought for a moment and smiled.

“That is Sofia Lloyd, the wife of the chairman of The Newman Group. She has been working as a

volunteer here for four years. She is a kind person.” From behind her came a low and clear voice.

Alexia said, “Hello, Dean Lane.”

“Angel?” When she saw that Angel did not turn around, she pulled Angel quickly.

Angel turned slowly and wiped her face with her sleeve, but she did not hide her tears.

“Oh, why are you crying?” Alexia was surprised.

“Angel, are you feeling ill?” Angel's face was pale.

Angel shook her head and then looked at Isabel. “How do you do, Dean Lane?”

Isabel looked at her with a smile. Then she said, “You look familiar.”

Angel nodded, “I am Angel. I had been here several times with Belle.”

Isabel was surprised. “Are you Angel?”

Angel nodded, and slowly held out her hand to her.

Isabel stepped forward and embraced her. “Angel?”

Angel stiffened for a moment, and then reached out her hand to embrace Isabel. She said softly, “Dean

Lane, it's me. I am back, and I will continue to do whatever Belle has not finished.”

Isabel's tears welled up. “As long as you're safe, it's better than anything.”

Alexia did not understand what was going on.

Why did Dean Lane seem to know Angel so well?

Belle? Was it because Belle?

She let go of Angel, wiped her eyes and said with a smile, “You are taller and prettier.”

Angel smiled, trying to steady her breathing and heartbeat.

Alexia then chimed in, “Angel, what's going on?”

Angel introduced them, “Aunt, this is Dean Lane. Belle took me here several times before, so I know

Dean Lane.”

“Dean Lane, this is my aunt, Alexia.”

Isabel smiled and held out her hand. “Alexia, we actually met several times, at UNICEF events.”

Alexia stretched out her hand, “Oh, right, Dean Lane, nice to meet you.”

Angel turned to look at the stone table and bench.

Sofia and Lillie had gone.

Angel froze.

“Angel, that's Belle's mother.” Isabel whispered.

Angel nodded.

“Belle died of heart disease, which was a big low for her, so she had been ill for a long time. I heard Mr.

Newman put away Belle’s things so that she won’t be sad for seeing them, even changed the room.

She almost went crazy.” Isabel sighed softly.

Angel clenched her fists tightly.

Alexia sighed, “I heard that Mr. Newman loves Sofia, I think he wants to let her come out of the pain.”

Angel had her back to them, sneering.

Isabel continued, “Later, a servant brought Mrs. Newman here and told her that this was the place

where Belle had worked as a volunteer. Mrs. Newman stayed here and regarded it as another home,

and even stayed here longer than she had stayed at home. The servant told me in a whisper that it was

her emotional attachment.”

Alexia was sympathetic.

Isabel sighed, “They are all poor children without mothers here, but she is a poor mother without her

child. She was careful and truly loves the children. I really felt sorry for her.”