But Juliana did not answer.
She and Sumr Shaw planned the arrangents for the upcoming days.
An upcoming new energy forum was to be held in Arlan City, and Sumr Shaw had already scheduled a eting with an important prospective client.
The two decided to head to Arlan City first, leaving the matter of the bank loan drawdown for after their return.
Juliana recuperated for three days until the bruises on her face were no longer noticeable, then she and Sumr Shaw drove to Arlan City.
Little did they know that upon arrival, they received a call from the client’s secretary, changing the eting ti to the evening.
This gave them half a day of free ti.
Juliana turned the steering wheel and drove to another place.
Sumr Shaw, after hanging up the phone, curiously asked, "Where are we going?"
As Juliana waited at the traffic light, she set the GPS and said, "Didn’t you hope I would find my family? Back then, after I was rescued from the channel, I was sent to an orphanage in Arlan City."
With so unbearable mories surfacing in her mind, her gaze wavered for a mont.
"Though I wasn’t there for long, I might as well ask, there might be so clues."
...
Soon enough, the car arrived at the "Arlan Children’s Ho."
However, there seed to be so important reception work happening today. The guard saw their car, tightened his face, and gestured repeatedly for them to turn back.
Juliana stopped the car.
"I’m looking for... for Mom Daisy Wallace, can... can we go in?"
Sumr Shaw watched her curiously, not saying a word.
The guard impatiently said, "There’s an event today, entertaining important guests, Director Wallace is unavailable."
Seeing Juliana’s face didn’t look right, Sumr Shaw took a pack of cigarettes from her bag and handed it to the guard.
"Uncle, we are children who ca out of here. We’re back to inquire about sothing but only have half a day. Could you cut us so slack?"
The guard stuffed the cigarettes into his pocket, "I can’t let your car inside, park outside and walk in. But rember, don’t disturb the big shots."
Sumr Shaw: "Thank you, Uncle."
Juliana turned the car around and parked it on an open space not far from the Arlan Children’s Ho.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened and loosened,
"Sumr, could you please help ask? I’m afraid I won’t be able to speak calmly when the ti cos."
From the mont they talked to the guard, Sumr Shaw already noticed sothing was off about her.
Even though she had never spoken about her experiences, Sumr Shaw guessed it must be related to psychological shadows from her youth.
So Sumr Shaw nodded, "Okay, tell what you need to know, and I’ll go ask."
Arlan Children’s Ho was very lively today.
Over a hundred children were performing under the scorching sun on the playground.
Only the central position was left vacant. Sumr Shaw didn’t see the so-called big shot and continued to walk inside.
"Who are you looking for?"
A teacher-like person stopped her at the office building.
Sumr Shaw’s eyes deepened slightly, "Hello, I’m a child who ca out of here, I’m looking for Director Wallace to understand so details about when I was sent here, to find my family."
"Not today, Director Wallace is receiving important guests, co another day," the teacher coldly said.
"It’s just a coincidence, I don’t have ti another day. Just delay the director for ten minutes, if she refuses..."
Sumr Shaw looked up toward the building upstairs with arms akimbo.
"Then I’ll shout for her right here and ask here."
"No!" The teacher was worried she would disturb the important guests, "Wait in the director’s office, I’ll let her know."
"Thank you."
Sumr Shaw turned around with a smile and muttered "worthless."
Docunt room.
The man leaned against the file rack, his long fingers brushed across the spine of the dossier, a coldly gleaming steel watch peeking from his cuff.
The deliberately controlled breathing suggested he was attempting to capture so subtle truths in the words.
"Mr. Langley, all docunts of our Children’s Ho, including incomplete parts destroyed by fire, are here. Are you looking for your lost... niece?" Director Wallace asked.
Upon hearing this, the man’s brows furrowed montarily.
The secretary stepped forward and quietly said to the director, "Mr. Langley doesn’t like to be interrupted when reviewing docunts."
Director Wallace quickly nodded, slightly embarrassed.
At this mont, a teacher ca to her side and whispered a few words to her.
Director Wallace’s expression changed, she requested permission from the stern-faced secretary, "I have sothing to handle, can I step out for a few minutes?"
The secretary didn’t want her there anyway and said, "Please go ahead."
The director returned to the office, looked Sumr Shaw up and down, noting her age similar to the one ntioned in the file, then cautiously asked, "You ca from our Children’s Ho? What’s your na?"
Sumr Shaw smiled, "My adoptive parents changed my na, I don’t rember what I was called back then. In recent years, have any parents co here looking for their children? Especially children lost 13 years ago."
The one looking was for a child sent here 14 years ago.
A year off, definitely not the sa.
The director’s expression suddenly beca perfunctory.
"No one is looking for you, please leave."
The director was anxious to return to the archives to accompany the guest.
Sumr Shaw slapped the table angrily, "What do you an ’no one is looking for you’? You refused outright without even checking. At least tell what I was like when I was brought here?"
The director impatiently said, "Ten years ago, there was a fire here, and many children’s records were lost. We receive many children every year, without the files, I can’t rember. Today, technology is advanced, go get a DNA test, maybe your parents will find you through DNA."
If parents could be found through DNA, why co here?
"If you can’t even keep children’s records properly, you’re fit to be a director?" Her sharp gaze lingered on the director’s face, "Try being a superintendent, of a restroom."
Having said that, she turned and walked out of the office.
Docunt room.
The secretary noticed the frost forming on the man’s brows, and suggested, "Residents near the channel back then said, madam might have been sent here last. But if she was saved by the hospital and wasn’t sent here, maybe you should go check the hospital that originally treated her."
The man said nothing, turning the last page of the file and then turning to leave.
He coincidentally encountered Director Wallace, who was both criticizing the teacher and approaching this way.
"Next ti soone inquires, just say the archives from 14 years ago are gone, let them do a DNA... Mr. Langley, are you leaving?"
"Who ca by just now?" The man asked sharply.
The director imdiately put on a fawning smile, "It was a girl, but she was sent here 13 years ago, she is..."
The man didn’t wait for the director to finish and swiftly chased after her.
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