Chapter 954

"Joyce's stuff?" Luther scrutinized it by the faint light from the garden.

It should be a silver pendant.

It had been so torn out after the years. Because of the oxidation and

blackening of the sterling silver, it was almost impossible to see the

patterns on the pendant already.

“Right. It was kept in a bag in the utility room. I thought it was just some

garbage at first and was going to throw it away. After thinking about it, I

finally remembered that Joyce had this pendant around her neck when

she first came to the orphanage.”

Rachel held up the frame of her glasses, "Joyce has been missing for

years, and I know Mr. Warner hasn't given up looking for her. When I

thought of it, I want to leave it to you, perhaps as a token."

"You mean that this pendant might have something to do with Joyce's

parents?" Luther asked, raising his long eyebrows.

"Er."

In fact, Rachel just wanted to thank Luther for his support of the

orphanage in the past few years, and she happened to find some

belongings of Joyce's, so she gave it him to him as a token. She did not

even think about anything about Joyce's parents.

Seriously, most of the children who come to orphanages were

abandoned by their parents.

Very few of them could find their biological parents.

However, now Joyce was missing, if not just nominally, but in fact, they

all understood that she had long been gone.

Did it even matter to someone who was already dead?

Rachel glanced at Luther and saw his eyes shining with anticipation.

She couldn't bear to break his fantasy, so she said, "Maybe, after all,

it's something she kept on her since she was a child, so her family

should know about it."

"Rachel, thank you so much.”

Luther gripped the silver pendant in his hand.

“I just did what I should do."

Rachel laughed a little awkwardly.

When she came to think of it, she decided that it was not a bad thing to

let Mr. Warner always have a glimmer of hope.

"Rachel, if the orphanage needs anything, feel free to contact Casey."

Luther promised.

"Ah, no need. Mr. Warner, now with the new orphanage and your

annual donation, we have had enough for the children to live on. Once

again, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Rachel stepped back and bowed ninety degrees towards Luther,

showing her utmost respect.

"Don’t worry about it, Rachel. I am grateful to you for the shelter you

had provided Joyce over the years so that she could grow up in a good

and healthy environment.”

Luther thought of Joyce and his eyes overflowed with tenderness,

"More than just healthy, she's excellent in every way, and it's all

because of you Rachel.”

“I'm so much flattered, Mr. Warner.”

Rachel waved her hand back and forth.

"Mr. Warner, you don't know about this, but there are many children in

the orphanage and I don't have the energy to manage them one by

one. It all depends on their own efforts. Joyce is gifted and kind and

generous from a young age, and I like her so much. Whenever there is

something good to eat, I would always keep some for her. But she

always still thinks about sharing it with the other children.”

Rachel's eyes clouded up, caught up in memories of the past.

"Having run the orphanage for decades, I've seen too many children. I

have always felt that people's nature and temperament often come

from their parents. Although the environment can change a person's

character, but engraved in the bones and blood are the genes brought

by birth. Really, people are absolutely different from each other.”