Chapter 1637: 707 Extra Three Only Acacia Cannot Be Healed_3 Chapter 1637: 707 Extra Three Only Acacia Cannot Be Healed_3 Mandy Hill drops her spoon, raises her hand and a faint purple light envelops him.
A transparent droplet erges from between his brows, floating delicately in Mandy’s palm.
“Look, how beautiful it is.”
The droplet is crystal clear and full, as if it contains a myriad of worlds, reflecting an unparalleled brilliance.
His eyes are fixated on that droplet, and so mory breaks through in his mind.
He steps forward excitedly.
“This is what she once promised to give .
If you want it, you have to exchange sothing of yours.”
“What do you want?”
Mandy looks at his mouth: “Your voice is extraordinarily beautiful.
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I want you to give your voice in exchange.”
He says without hesitation, “I’ll exchange it.”
“Won’t you reconsider?”
Seeing his determination, as unshakeable as a mountain or the sea in his eyes, Mandy sighs deeply: “So be it.
This degree of foolishness is beyond cure.”
Mandy waves a hand, his color fades as a wisp of white smoke is stripped from his body, his face distorting slightly due to extre pain.
Soon, he clutches his throat, intense pain coursing through him like a burn or a slash.
Yet there is not a hint of regret in his eyes.
“This tear is for you.”
As Mandy spoke, a flash of white light burst before his eyes and he falls into unconsciousness.
On the banks of the River of Oblivion and at the head of Nahor Bridge, Mandy’s lancholy sigh echoes softly.
“Man endures birth, age and three thousand illnesses, only yearning is incurable.”
You returned his flourishing dream with a single tear.
In the upside-down world, with the passage of ti, only genuine affection lasts.
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The sky is high, the clouds sparse; a gentle breeze refreshes the air.
Fancy cars line up at the entrance of the kindergarten.
Youngsters in matching uniforms walk out of the school in a line, being picked up by their families or nannies.
Among them, a little girl stands out.
Her high ponytail, rosy lips, white teeth, and big bright eyes give her an innate elegance and composure at her tender age.
“Aubree, can you be on my team?” A delicate-looking boy by her side pleads.
“No,” she refuses without a backward glance.
“I don’t play with boys who are still breastfeeding.”
Laughter breaks out among the children.
“So, Caron is still breastfeeding…”
Seeing her nanny, the girl greets her teacher with a smile, walks over and gets into her family’s fancy car.
“Caron, don’t be upset.
If she doesn’t play with you, I will.” A girl comforts him.
He brushes off her hand impatiently, saying, “Don’t bother .
Aubree is the only one I want to play with.”
Everyone behind him calls him a sycophant, but he could not care less; Aubree is the only one he wants to play with.
Caron, dispirited, is led by his nanny to their car.
Seeing his desolation, she gently asks, “Young master, is sothing making you unhappy?”
The caretaker isn’t an ordinary nanny, but a child psychologist especially hired by Caron’s mother.
Besides supplenting his education, she also responds to and guides his psychological developnt.
Looking upset, Caron murmurs, “Aubree dislikes .
She doesn’t want to be on my team.
Nanny Jane, am I really such a disappointnt?”
Isabella Foster smiles: “Caron, I heard that Miss Aubree is having a grand birthday party this weekend.
Her parents have organized a magnificent party.
I know that the Caron family has business ties with Aubree’s family and you have been invited too.
Young master, you can give Miss Aubree a birthday present at the party.
She doesn’t know you very well.
You should give her more opportunities to get to know you.
Soon, she will realize what a good boy you are and play with you.”
His face brightens instantly, but he soon starts fretting again, “What should I give her for her birthday?”
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The Rolls-Royce glides smoothly along the road.
The little girl puts on her headphones, imrsing herself in the gentle lodies; her hands flutter rhythmically on her lap.
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Suddenly, with a violent jerk, the car screeches to a halt; she lurches forward, barely saved from a tumble by her seat belt.
“Miss, are you hurt?” The nanny imdiately steps forward to check.
Miss Aubree is the precious gem of the family; if even a single hair is lost from her head, the nanny risks losing her job.
Feeling guilt-stricken, the driver says, “I’m sorry, Miss.
It was my mistake.”
Composing herself, Aubree gives a dismissive glance.
An electric bike had suddenly sped towards the car at the intersection, causing the accident.
“Go handle it.”
The driver exits the car, his suspicions confird when he surveys the accident scene.
The traffic lights at the intersection were broken; he thought he had been cautious enough, but an accident happened nonetheless.
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