Chapter 282 You Don't Need It When You Grow Up
Mary paused for a moment, then said, "I'm fine. How about you? Are your injuries healed?"
David nodded, "Yeah, all good."
"That's good," Mary replied.
David smiled, "Mine were just minor. But Peter, he hasn't been bothering you, right?"
Mary shook her head. "Nope."
After the last incident, Peter seemed to have disappeared. No news at all.
Mary was happy with the peace and quiet.
David said, "Glad to hear that. So, when are you leaving?"
"This afternoon," Mary answered.
"So soon?" David sounded surprised.
Mary smiled, "Not really. I've been in Lindenville long enough. It's time to go."
David squeezed his fork, "Aren't you curious about your biological parents anymore?"
Mary shook her head, "No. I've been an orphan since I was a kid. I needed them back then, but not anymore."
David said, "Who says you don't need them now? If Ms. Inome knows anything, I'll ask for you."
Mary smiled, "Thanks."
David, a bit flustered by her smile, mumbled, "You're welcome."
He snapped out of it, "Try the food. See if it's good."
"Okay."
Mary picked up her fork and started eating.
"Mm, it's really good!"
She praised David, making him blush and scratch his head. "If you like it, eat more."
"Okay."
Mary nodded and didn't hold back. She was really hungry, having skipped breakfast to go to the supermarket before coming over.
Meanwhile, Sam stood hidden outside the orphanage, watching Mary go inside. He hesitated before dialing Michael's number.
"What's up?"
"Ms. Smith went to the orphanage," Sam said.
Michael replied, "She grew up there. It's normal for her to visit. No need to report everything."
"But David is there too," Sam added.
Michael was silent for a moment. He glanced at Matthew, who was in a meeting, and lowered his voice, "Got it. Make sure Ms. Smith is safe."
After hanging up, Michael waited for a chance to tell Matthew.
The meeting was wrapping up, and people were leaving the room.
Matthew, at the head of the table, rubbed his temples. "Michael, order lunch."
"Yes," Michael replied, reaching for his phone.
Just then, Laura walked over with a lunchbox, smiling gently. "Michael, no need. I made lunch."
Michael looked at Matthew for confirmation.
Matthew said, "You don't need to do this."
Laura opened the lunchbox and placed it in front of him. "Matthew, I just wanted to do something for you. I can't help with business, but I can make you a meal."
She sat next to him, looking tenderly. "Matthew, two years ago, you said you loved my cooking."
Matthew's face showed no emotion. He glanced at the lunchbox, and his brows furrowed at the sight of the food.
