Chapter 137 A Different Kind of Reunion
Adalia's words were a poignant echo, stirring an ache in the hearts of those who heard them.
Fiorello, cradling Adalia close to his chest, whispered in a low, soothing voice, "Alright, I won't take you back."
At that moment, William approached, his voice breaking the intimate silence. "Mr. Flores, George has been looking for you at the company. The Quixote family seems to be at the end of their rope and wishes to discuss the acquisition of the Quixote group with you."
"Okay." With a nod, Fiorello rose, leading Adalia towards the exit. William, ever the dutiful assistant, quickly moved ahead to open the car door for them.
Upon reaching the headquarters of Visionary Futures Group, Fiorello escorted Adalia into the building where George awaited them in the meeting room.
A secretary named Irene approached them, her voice warm as she greeted, "Mr. Flores, hello."
"Irene, take Adalia to the children's room to play," Fiorello instructed. He then crouched down to Adalia's level, his voice gentle as he explained, "I have some things to attend to. You can play with Aunt Irene for a while, and I'll come find you later."
Adalia nodded obediently in response.
Fiorello brushed a tender hand against Adalia's nose before standing up. He turned towards the meeting room, his voice carrying a note of authority as he commanded, "William, prepare the contract. We'll need it today."
It had been a while since Fiorello had seen George, and he knew George was growing impatient. This was the perfect opportunity to acquire the Quixote Group.
William replied, "Yes, Mr. Flores."
Irene took Adalia's hand and said, "Come play with me."
Adalia cast a glance in the direction Fiorello had disappeared before obediently following Irene.
The Visionary Futures Group had a dedicated children's playroom, a thoughtful provision for clients with children.
Adalia's eyes swept over the slide and carousel, but she displayed no interest.
Choosing a foam mat, Adalia sat down quietly, her silence a stark contrast to the vibrant room.
Despite Irene's attempts to engage her, Adalia remained silent, her demeanor devoid of the usual liveliness and charm of a child.
Feeling helpless, Irene suggested, "Adalia, should I bring you some fruit and snacks? Wait for me here."
Adalia didn't respond, prompting Irene to sigh before leaving the room to fetch some food.
As Fiorello's subordinate, Irene didn't know the nature of the relationship between Adalia and him. Her role was to fulfill Fiorello's instructions, and that was what she intended to do.
Upon her return, laden with an array of snacks, she encountered Eleanor, who had just returned from a trip, her arm adorned with a limited edition bag.
"Irene, where's Fiorello?" Eleanor called out.
Irene respectfully replied upon seeing Eleanor, "Hello, Mr. Flores is in the meeting room."
Eleanor murmured under her breath, "He only knows how to work all day. When will he have children?" Noticing the assortment of snacks in Irene's arms, she casually inquired, "Who are those for?"
Irene said, "These are for Adalia."
"Who is Adalia?" Eleanor asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Just a little girl Mr. Flores brought earlier. She seems a bit unhappy, so I brought some candies to cheer her up," Irene explained, choosing not to voice her suspicion about Adalia's unusual quietness.
Upon hearing that Adalia was brought by Fiorello, Eleanor's curiosity deepened.
"Where is Adalia then? I'll go take a look," she asked.
"She's in the children's playroom," Irene said.
Eleanor quickly made her way to the playroom, where she found Adalia, sleeping peacefully on a foam mat.
Adalia, with her serene and beautiful features, looked like a sleeping elf. Eleanor couldn't help but admire and say, "What a beautiful child."
Despite her thin and malnourished appearance, Adalia's features were delicate, her skin soft and rosy. Eleanor, not wanting to disturb Adalia's sleep, approached her carefully, her admiration growing with each step.
"Irene, where did Fiorello bring Adalia from? She looks like a little princess, so beautiful. It would be good if she was my granddaughter," Eleanor mused. Irene could only shake her head in response, saying, "I'm not sure either."
"Irene, go get a blanket. We don't want her to catch a cold," Eleanor instructed. The sight of such a cute and pretty little girl stirred a longing in Eleanor for a grandchild of her own.
Irene smiled and said, "Okay." As Irene left to fetch a blanket, Eleanor squatted beside Adalia, feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness. Suddenly, Adalia began to tremble in her sleep, as if caught in a nightmare.
Eleanor, with her wealth of experience, immediately cradled Adalia in her arms, gently patting her to provide comfort. As she did so, she noticed a red circular birthmark on the back of Adalia's neck, her expression turning serious at the sight.
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