Chapter 797
She was starving too, and on top of that, she also had a bun in the oven.
The kid was getting bigger by the day, so she had been eating more and getting hungry more often.
Most old folks were all for kids with big appetites, and Dean and Alyssa were no different. They
watched Ellinor chow down with nothing but love in their eyes, taking turns to pile more food onto her
plate..
Alyssa handed Ellinor a chicken wing and suddenly noticed the way she was holding her fork. The old
woman paused and looked up at Ellinorâs profile as her eyes flickered.
The way Ellinor held her fork, with her thumb slightly upturned, was exactly how their greatâ
granddaughter, Pearl, used to do it when she was little.
She remembered how they had tried so hard to correct Pearls fork-holding technique, but they never
quite managed.
Alyssa felt a pang in her heart as she thought of Pearl, who had been missing for years.
She looked at Ellinor, who bore some resemblance to her missing granddaughter, and her mind filled
with doubt and speculation.
From the moment Alyssa first laid eyes on Ellinor, she thought the girl resembled Pearl, and their ages
were even similar.
Peopleâs faces change as they age, but their demeanor and some habits often don't.
At first, Alyssa thought she was overthinking.
But could this really be a coincidence? This kid not only resembled her granddaughter, Pearl, in
demeanor, but even their fork-holding habits were the
same!
But Pearl had a distinctive mole in the middle of her eyebrows, which Ellinor didn't have.
As Ellinor put down her fork to sip her soup, Alyssa ventured to ask, âEllinor, I just want to know a little
about your family. You said your mom passed away. Is there anyone else in your family?"
After hearing Grandma Alyssaâs question, Ellinor paused her soup-sipping, then replied, âNo one else."
Dean thought it was rude for his wife to ask such questions, so he chided her, âWhy are you asking
things like that? Let the kid eat in peace!â
Alyssa ignored her husband. She was too eager to confirm her suspicions. She looked deep into
Ellinorâs face, âNo one else? You mean you're all alone?â
Ellinor nodded, âYeah, you could say that."
Alyssa asked again, âSo, all your family members are deceased?â
Dean discreetly kicked his wife under the table, signaling her to stop asking.
Alyssa just glanced at him, ignoring his warning.
Ellinor took a sip of her soup, then answered calmly, âAfter my mom died, I was sent to live with a
family in the countryside. But they didn't like me, so they sent me to a convent.
So, I grew up in a convent. And as for those people I call my âfamilyâ, most of them are still alive, but to
me, we're not emotionally connected. They're like strangers; whether they're alive or not doesn't really
make a difference to me.
The âfamilyâ she talked about, whether it was the Mendozas or the Howards, was all the same to her.
She felt nothing for them.
After he listened to Ellinor describe her upbringing, Dean felt a surge of sympathy, âPoor kid, you had
it rough growing up. But don't worry, you're welcome to call this place home if you want
Ellinor put down her bowl and had a warm and peaceful smile on her face as she said, âI appreciate
your kindness. I'm doing well now; I have friends and a loved one, and I've built a small family of my
own