Goodbye, My Love

The commotion attracted the attention of the market regulators, who swiftly arrived at the scene. Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, they promptly shut down Mack’s stall, putting an end to his deceitful practices.

With justice served, Loraine and Marco resumed their shopping, but not before returning the borrowed scale to the kind vendor who had helped expose Mack’s trickery. Loraine paid for her purchases and the agreed-upon compensation with a sense of satisfaction and integrity. As they made their way through the Lively market, Marco couldn’t help but ask, “Loraine, how did you know that vendor was cheating on the weight?”

In the business negotiation, he wouldn’t miss even the slightest issue on a contract, but when it came to life skills, Marco had zero experience. He couldn’t help but admire Loraine’s resourcefulness.

A playful glimmer sparkled in Loraine’s eyes as she let out a chuckle.

“It’s nothing special. When I was younger, I used to sell vegetables at the market. I learned a few tricks of the trade.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Moreover, her passion for cooking had honed her sensitivity to such deceptive tricks, allowing her to see through Mack’s deceit. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Marco was taken aback by Loraine’s words. It seemed that she hadn’t grown up in the Luxurious confines of the Torres family, but rather in the countryside that he had once uncovered during his investigation of her.

Before he could ask more questions, a hesitant and uncertain voice interrupted them from behind, “Lorrie? Is that you?”

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The voice was vaguely familiar. Loraine, perplexed, turned around, directing her gaze towards the origin of the sound.

By a small stall stood a humble, neatly dressed woman from the countryside. The woman nervously gestured at her, uncertainty in her eyes, her face sunburned from years of labor, her smile genuine and warm.

Loraine was momentarily taken aback, yet, even after all these years, she instantly recognized the woman.

The woman hailed from the same village as the orphanage where Loraine lived. She frequently visited and would distribute sweets to her.

Loraine hadn’t anticipated encountering such a familiar face here. Her initial surprise swiftly gave way to delight, and she hastened towards the woman with a beaming smile. “Mrs. Thatcher? How unexpected!”

The village was far from Vagow. Due to poor transportation and other circumstances, Loraine hadn’t managed to return there in a Long while.

Henna Thatcher hesitated as she scrutinized Loraine from head to toe.

When she heard Loraine’s excited words, a smile danced in her eyes and she instinctively wanted to reach out and hold Loraine’s hand Lovingly.

However, she quickly noticed Loraine’s opulent attire and became painfully aware of their contrasting social statuses.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly, muttering, “It’s really you. I thought

I was mistaken.”

Loraine had been a beautiful child, and with age, her beauty had only amplified. Thus, Henna hadn’t found Loraine unrecognizable.

Furthermore, after hearing Marco address her as Loraine, she dared to confirm, and to her surprise, it was indeed Loraine.

Henna, blushing, used her country drawl to explain, “Not long after you left, my family and I moved to the city to earn a living. Life isn’t easy here, but fortunately, we found work and opened this small vegetable stall. It’s not much, but we’ve managed to settle down.”