novelraw Chapter 306: Please Call Me Mrs. Anderson
Chapter 306: Please Call Me Mrs. Anderson
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Hilla got up early and prepared a lot for going to the orphanage with Bruce.
Orlenna also prepared many gifts for the children after she knew that they were going to check the rebuilding of the orphanage.
"Mom, can you not prepare so many things? There is not enough room for me to sit." Margaret had to go to the orphanage to prevent Lori from seducing Bruce.
Lori managed to get close to Bruce time and time again. Margaret always felt that Lori had bad intentions.
Even if it was a misunderstanding, Lori had done such things many times. Therefore, Margaret had to be careful.
"Don’t sit in this car if there is no room for you. We have other cars."
"Why don’t you drive the car? Always let Bruce be your driver."
Orlenna shouted at her irritably. She was afraid that Margaret would make a prank there because she didn’t like children very much.
It didn’t matter for Margaret to torment her nephews. But if she was not polite in the orphanage, she would be laughed at.
"Mom, Bruce is not my driver, but Hilla’s."
Anyway, Margaret would not stay at home to look after the children with Orlenna.
She would be scolded by Orlenna.
But what made Margaret more worried was Lori.
"Don’t make trouble there. Be kind to the children. Don’t lose temper in front of them."
"Mom, I’m an adult now. I know how to behave well. It is a philanthropic project. I won’t make trouble."
Margaret was impatient with Orlenna’s warning and rolled her eyes.
Orlenna sighed with relief. Although Margaret was a bit willful, she had never made trouble on important occasions.
In the car, Hilla kept looking at the time on her phone. Margaret approached her curiously.
"Hilla, what’s wrong? Did Bruce bully you? You can tell me secretly."
Margaret glanced at Bruce, who was driving, and moved closer to Hilla.
Hilla shook her head, "Nothing serious."
She thought, "Why hasn’t Halle sent her another message yet?"
Halle only sent a message to her last night.
But when Hilla replied, Halle’s phone had been turned off.
Bruce knew what Hilla was worried about. He tightened his grip on the back of her hand, giving her some comfort.
Then Hilla realized that Halle was an adult and she didn’t need to feel worried.
Soon, they arrived at the orphanage. As they entered the gate, Lori ran towards them.
Margaret rolled her eyes and snorted, "Lori has been waiting for us."
Bruce got out of the car and opened the car door for Hilla. They looked at each other with a smile and love.
Margaret was happy to see that. When Lori walked towards them, Margaret quickly ran to the other side of Bruce and held his arm.
"Do you have no legs?"
Feeling the weight of Margaret on his body, Bruce turned around and glared at her coldly.
Margaret said indifferently, "You should feel happy to have us hold your arms. Many men dream about it. Moreover, Hilla won’t get angry."
Hearing her absurd words, Hilla couldn’t help laughing.
If it was another woman, she would be unhappy. However, if it was Margaret, she would not get angry.
"Mr. Anderson, Miss Anderson, and Mrs. Anderson, you’re welcome." Lori stepped forward with eyes shining. She seemed to be very joyful.
Margaret rolled her eyes and snorted. "It is a good thing to help others. And it was proposed by you. How can Bruce not come?"
The Andersons would repay Lori for saving Bruce’s life.
"We have brought some daily necessities for the children. Take the things from the car."
Hilla glanced at Bruce and then they walked to the trunk of the car.
"I’ll help you."
Lori smiled and ran over. Margaret also quickly went forward.
"The children are very happy that you come today. They will be happier to see that you bring so many things for them."
"Do the children know us? It is the first time that we come here."
The children didn’t know them. So why were the children happy to see them?
"The children like people coming here. But usually few people come. They must be very happy to see you."
Lori’s eyes had a hint of sadness, which made people want to comfort her.
Lori grew up in an orphanage. No matter how good the conditions of the orphanage were, it was not their home. What was worse, previously the orphanage could only keep children from starving.
It was a great blessing to grow up safe and sound and then leave the orphanage. "Alright! Let’s take these things to the children." Hilla shook her head as she saw Margaret in anger. She said in a low voice, "The orphanage angers you?" "The orphanage doesn’t anger me. Lori does."
Hilla was stunned and glanced at Lori subconsciously, who was chatting with Bruce happily.
"We are here to see the kids. Don’t think too much about other things."
"It’s useless for me to think too much. You don’t care it at all."
Then Margaret took things and walked into the orphanage in anger. Hilla also followed her.
"Mr. Anderson, this is Nancy Miller, director of the orphanage."
Lori held the arm of a hunchbacked old nun with a smile.
Nancy looked at Bruce and said gratefully, "Mr. Anderson, thank you for helping these children and providing them a better environment to grow up in."
"I’m too old to support this orphanage. If it weren’t for Lori and others staying here to take care of the children, I’m afraid that this orphanage had disappeared."
Everyone in the orphanage knew that it was because Lori had saved Bruce’s life that the Anderson Group decided to help them.
It didn’t matter whether it was because the Andersons wanted to repay Lori, or Lori found a charity organization willing to help them.
It was so lucky for them to rebuild the orphanage and allow these children to live here.
Nancy, I have told you that Mr. Anderson is a good person."
"Mr. Anderson comes here with his wife and younger sister today. The children will be very happy."
Not far away, Margaret grabbed the box in her hand and stared at Lori angrily.
Hilla stepped forward and took the box from her hands. "You are here to help us, not to destroy our gifts."
"You give them money and gifts. Your husband will also be given to her one day."
Hilla lowered her head and opened the box. She said coldly, "No way! Bruce only belonged to me."
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Margaret was usually carefree, but she got along well with the kids and soon became their leader.
There were some disabled children in the orphanage. Hilla told stories and played games with them.
Bruce stayed in the director’s office. Except for Lori who was walking in and out of the office, Margaret seemed to be the busiest.
The three of them stayed in the orphanage for the whole day and only when it got dark that they left.
Margaret played for a day and directly fell on the back seat.
Hilla looked at the dispirited Margaret and shook her head. Just as she was about to get in the car, she heard Lori chasing after them.
"Ms. Holt!"
"These are the vegetables and fruits that we planted in our courtyard. The director asked me to bring some for you. Although they are cheap, they were all planted by the children. We didn’t use any pesticides. I have washed them clean."
Lori looked nervous as if she was afraid that Hilla would disdain these gifts.
Hilla took the whole box of fresh fruits and vegetables and smiled, "Ms. Gilmore, thank you for your kindness. Please thank the director for us."
"The children are very happy that you and Mr. Anderson can come to our orphanage. Mr. Anderson founded a new building for us and bought so many things for the children."
"I really don’t know how to thank you."
Lori’s face was red as she lowered her head and said in a low voice.
Hilla glanced at the orphanage and saw the director looking at them with a smile.
"Is the director very old?"
Lori was stunned and nodded, "She is already in her 70s. If it wasn’t for us, she should have had a good life."
Hearing this, Hilla looked at the director with admiration. She had dedicated half of her life to the children of this orphanage. She must like them very much.
"She chose to dedicate her most beautiful years here to give the children a happy childhood. She has put a lot of effort into each child. She must hope that they could grow up into independent and kind persons!"
Lori was confused for a moment but she nodded.
Lori believed that the director thinks the same.
After all, all the children that grew up here were like her children.
Hilla smiled gently at Lori, who looked innocent.
"Both my husband and I are very happy to be able to help the children here. They are innocent and kind. We have just done what we want to do. If we want you to thank us, we are too hypocritical."
"No, no, no. Ms. Holt, you misunderstood. I didn’t mean that."
Lori eagerly explained. Her eyes that were as wet as a deer’s instantly turned red.
"Ms. Gilmore, don’t be nervous. I don’t mean to blame you. I just feel that it is unnecessary for us to keep saying thank you to each other. Ms. Gilmore can just keep this gratitude in mind."
Hilla looked at Lori, who was obviously stunned, and nodded politely. Before getting in the car, she didn’t forget to turn around and remind her, "Ms. Gilmore, please call me Mrs. Anderson in the future. After all, I am used to be called Ms. Holt now."
Hilla got into the car. Bruce turned around and glanced at her. He raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned over to buckle her seat belt.
"Do you like this place?"
Otherwise, why would she look so happy?
Hilla was still smiling and nodded vigorously. "Yes, I like it!"
Then she said, "The children are very cute."
"Our babies at home are also cute. Shouldn’t Mrs. Anderson go back and feed my kids?"
Hilla couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Did Mom call you?"
It was indeed getting late. They had been out for a whole day. The babies were still young. She had insisted on breastfeeding them. And they also preferred her breastmilk to milk powder.
Margaret muttered impatiently behind, "Can’t you talk at home?"
After saying that, she rolled around in the back seat pitifully.
It was not as comfortable as her big bed. She had to go home and sleep for a night before she could restore her energy.
Outside the orphanage, Lori watched as the car gradually drove away. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly.
Sissy came over and said, "Why are you standing here."
"Come in quickly. Everyone is waiting for you to have dinner."
"Sissy, I..."
Lori hesitated. Sissy looked at her curiously and said, "What’s wrong? Didn’t your
favorite Mr. Anderson come over today? I thought you would be so happy that you might stay up for the whole night. Why do you look so distracted? Could it be that Mr. Anderson also brought a Dementor with him and sucked your soul away?"
Sissy was amused by her own joke.
They were used to teasing each other.
Lori never won in such quarrels.
It was the same this time. Lori blushed and said coldly, "Who said I like him?" With that, she ran out of the orphanage.
Lori frowned and thought to herself, "What happened today? Did Lori fall out of love? Or was her wronged?"
Most of the children in the orphanage were sensitive. Sissy was worried and called Lori. Fortunately, Lori picked up and told her that she had returned to her apartment. Only then did Sissy relax.
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When Halle woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.
It was still early and the room was dim.
Halle rubbed her aching head and was about to get up when she felt that there seemed to be another force around her waist.
She turned on the bedside lamp and saw Horton sleeping beside her. She was stunned, but then her face gradually turned red.
She did get drunk easily, but she couldn’t have been unconscious after drinking two glasses of red wine.
Halle recalled how Horton cheated her to the bedroom last night.
Although she was drunk at the time, she was still half-conscious. She could understand what Horton had said to her.
She returned to the bedroom with Horton and helped him to the bed.
In the end, she was so embarrassed that she didn’t know what to do. Halle used the alcohol as an excuse and persuaded herself to lie on the bed and pretended she was asleep.
Fortunately, Horton was injured on the leg, so he could not do anything to her.
She remembered that Horton had pulled her into his arms.
Halle did not fall asleep at that time but she was fatigued from the alcohol and did not want to struggle.
In his arms, she was immersed in his smell.
At first, she was shy, but gradually she relaxed.
Then, Halle fell asleep in Horton’s arms.
Right now, she wanted to get up but found that her waist was tightly wrapped by his arms. Just as she was about to take his arms away, she realized that the man beside her seemed to have... wake up!