Chapter 572

“Margaret, you can tell me about your concerns,” Renee said.

“Miss Ren, you know Addie and Abby grew up here on Sun Island, they barely have any contact with the outside world. I’m not concerned about Addie. He’s a clever child who is quite defensive, so no one can trick him. But I’m concerned about Abby. She’s a tiny angel with no defensive abilities. I’m concerned she’ll encounter some nasty individuals when she leaves Sun Island. The most important fact is that Abby has health problems and has difficulty breathing. She needs fresh air to breathe. Even here on Sun Island, where the air is clean, she’ll become sick now and again; what will happen if she moves to the city?”

Renee seemed concerned when she heard this. “This concerns me as well. But Abbie cannot constantly be shielded; she must learn from her surroundings. I’ll do my best to locate a suitable location in Beach City.”

“When it comes to a healthy environment, there are only two areas in Beach City where the tree coverage is greater. One is near the Everheart home, while the other is the Hunt residence’s care farm.’

“Margaret, you may not know this, but the Everheart residence will be turned into a garbage disposal area.”

“What!”

Margaret was stunned and enraged. “How could they have been so cruel? Master and Mistress choose the Everheart Mansion. It is the foundation of the Everheart family. It can’t possibly be a rubbish disposal site!”

“Margaret, don’t be overly emotional,’ Renee encouraged her. ‘I’ll fix this. The Everheart home is equally significant as Sun Island since it has many memories. I will do all in my power to safeguard both locations.”

Meanwhile, Abby was jumping about like a bunny, clutching Mr.Q’s hand and showing him the home she lived in.

“This is our home, Uncle. Does it resemble a castle? I’m the princess, and Addie is the prince, according to Mommy.”

Mr. Q looked around the home and noted that every room was arranged in a really beautiful and pleasant manner.

The wind chime was constructed of seashells, bright bottles were converted into ornaments, and vivid paintings on the wall transformed the house into a dream home from a storybook.

“Uncle Q, do you think our house is perfect?”

Mr. Q grinned. “Your house is lovely, but there’s something missing.”

“What exactly do you mean?” “What is lacking?”

“Has your mother ever told you any fairy tales?”

“Of course!” She proudly raised her chin and said, “Mommy has told me all the fairy tales in the world.”

“Well, think carefully, who else is missing besides the prince, princess, and queen in a castle?”

Abby scowled and paused before saying, “I know, the servants!”

Mr. Q was at a loss for words when he heard this.

“Aside from the servants, there are the guards, the evil witch, fairies, and…”

The small girl identified every character in the narrative, but none of them was the one Mr. Q was implying.

“Hasn’t your mother told you that the most important character in a castle is the king?” he remarked earnestly. Your palace is complete with the exception of a king.’

He cleared his throat and stood up straight, attempting to persuade the girl that he was the ideal candidate for kingship.

“That’s not true,” Abby responded, shaking her head. “My mother is the ruler of this castle. She’s fantastic!”

Mr. Q was stunned, and it seemed that Renee had a strong influence on Addie and Abby.

Margaret went to the kitchen to make supper in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Renee, Mr. Q, and Abby were playing games at the dining table.

“How about we play truth or dare? Here’s a deck of cards. Whoever receives the Joker must listen to the player who received the King and choose between either a truth or a dare.