Chapter 174: All Saints Orphanage
Michael Kentwood blinked in surprise, but there was a faintly wary expression in his eyes. Amelia was immediately suspicious; her father’s reaction would have made more sense if she had asked something about her nasty uncle. Why was a simple question about an orphanage triggering such wariness, especially after her father had brought it up?
"Oh, that’s it?" her father asked, voice deliberately blasé. "Why do you want to know?"
"I don’t remember anything about it," Amelia confessed honestly. "Before working with Hope for Scholars, I had no experience with orphans at all! I was very surprised last night when you brought it up."
Her father suddenly looked like he sucked on a lemon. He sighed deeply. "I knew my tongue would get me into trouble someday."
"What trouble? What are you not telling me?" Amelia demanded. "From your words, I must have gone to the orphanage when I was a child. Did the both of you abandon me or something? Or am I adopted?"
Vague horror filled her veins. Oh god. Maybe she was adopted. Maybe she had no blood relation to her parents at all.
"Of course not!" Michael Kentwood caught sight of his daughter’s stricken look and hurriedly held her hand to reassure her. "You are definitely my biological daughter."
"Then why was I at the orphanage? Was I so disobedient you left me there as a punishment?" Amelia asked with morbid curiosity. She didn’t think she was ill-behaved as a child, but perhaps her parents thought differently and wanted to teach her a lesson.
"I can’t believe you’re saying the same thing decades later," her father said with wry amusement. "I guess there are some things that won’t change after all this time."