Chapter 1087 One Dead Isn’t Enough

• Kids’ worlds are simple and kind, clear as glass. Give them snacks and games, and they’re over the moon. Osmond’s gaze drifted over those little faces, and a deep sigh rose in his chest. In his memory, people used to come by the orphanage to donate supplies. Back then, Osmond was one of those children—holding donated goodies, staring up at the benefactors with starry-eyed admiration. Now the roles had flipped. Mdm. Ludlam would grow old someday, and the orphanage couldn’t be allowed to fold. Once Osmond and the others grew up, they naturally had to shoulder that responsibility. Only then did it make sense that the orphanage raised them to adulthood.
• “Okay, say cheese!” Lilian held up her phone, stood beside Osmond, and snapped a big group photo with the sea of kids behind them. Osmond’s eyes lingered on her phone. It was a really old smartphone, beat up and chipped around the screen. Girls Lilian’s age were usually all walking around with iPhones. But she spent her days running the orphanage and didn’t even have time to hold down a job.
• “Osmond, they gave you a fat retirement payout, huh?” Paul Hyams strolled over, testing the waters with his eyes.