Personality V: I will save everything

"Come on, let's choose this place and start painting~" Natasha's face was full of joy, and she happily led Stellan and Inara to a door frame.

This is the door frame of the restaurant. What is surprising is that the door frame is covered with dense scratches of varying depths.

"From this moment on, you have to follow my steps and grow together!" Robbie clapped his hands happily and shouted excitedly.

Indeed, the criss-cross marks on the door frame are all the marks left by Robbie's gradual growth year after year.

Now, on this side, Stellan and Inara are about to draw their own growth trajectories.

Inara's heart was pounding, and she stood by the door frame excitedly. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe because of her irrepressible joy.

"Oh my god, sister Inara, you can't stand on tiptoe like that. You are absolutely not allowed to cheat~" Seeing this, Robbie hurriedly spoke up to correct Inara's inappropriate behavior.

"I know, Brother Robbie, I understand." Inara nodded obediently in response.

"Okay~" Natasha said softly, holding a colored pencil in her hand, carefully sketching a small pattern on the door frame. This pattern is unique and delicate, as if it was specially customized for Nora. After finishing, Natasha nodded with satisfaction, with a gentle light in her eyes.

"Next~ It's Stellan's turn~" Natasha turned around and called to Stellan with a smile. Hearing his mother's voice, Stellan quickly walked to the door like an obedient little soldier and stood straight against the door frame. His bright eyes looked at Natasha expectantly, as if he couldn't wait to see the mark he left on the door frame.

Natasha approached Stellan with a smile on her face, carefully looked at his cute appearance, then picked up the colored pencil again and lightly drew a line on the door frame. As the tip of the pencil moved, Stellan's outline gradually became clear, an image full of childlike innocence and vitality. After finishing the drawing, Natasha did not forget to add a small love heart next to it to express her deep love for her son.

Robbie, who had been watching from the sidelines, was so excited that he kept clapping his hands and laughing happily. However, when Natasha called his name, he suddenly froze and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses.

"Come on Robbie, you have to paint one on the door frame too." Natasha urged him kindly. Robbie then woke up from his dream and ran to the door frame, posing for Natasha to paint for him.

Natasha once said affectionately that although she was unable to be the mother of all the lonely children in the manor, she was willing to give them some of her deep maternal love. It is gratifying that she not only said this, but also fulfilled her promise with practical actions.

Natasha never reduced her love for other orphans because of the birth of two new lives, Stellan and Inara. Her broad mind shines on the earth like the warm spring sun, allowing every child to feel endless warmth.

"Okay, Mom Natasha." Robbie responded obediently like a docile little lamb, and then stood quietly beside the door frame as usual.

The emotional bond between Robbie and Natasha has long developed from unfamiliarity to familiarity, and now to intimacy. I don't know when Robbie began to affectionately call Natasha "Mom".

In fact, in this manor that is like a warm home, Robbie calls every woman "Mom" and every man "Dad". The atmosphere here is full of strong family affection, just like a happy big family.

In the past, Robbie always imagined the appearance of his biological parents in his mind, but at this moment, he is no longer lonely, because in this manor, everyone can play the role of his closest relative and give him meticulous care and protection.

"Oh my, how come the clothes are getting smaller again! Is that right, my little Robbie? Don't worry, I'll go talk to Valetta later and make a few more beautiful new clothes for our lovely baby." Natasha looked at Robbie lovingly, with endless tenderness and care in her eyes. She looked at Robbie carefully and suddenly realized that the clothes on the little guy seemed to become tighter and no longer as loose and fitted as before. No, to be more precise, Robbie had grown up a lot without realizing it.

Robbie used to be a young boy who followed Natasha and was less than half her height. But now, as time flies, Robbie has grown up like a sapling in spring, and has grown into a big boy.

Hearing Natasha's words, Robbie's eyes narrowed into slits with joy. He threw himself into Natasha's arms and started to act coquettishly: "Great! Mom Natasha is the best to me! And Mom Valletta, I love you the most!" The look on his face made people want to kiss him.

"Luo! Bi!" At this moment, a shout that was not loud, but contained an extremely clear sense of anger, came from the spacious and bright kitchen.

The owner of this voice was none other than Dolores, Robbie's biological sister.

With light footsteps, Dolores slowly walked out of the kitchen. At a glance, you can clearly see that she is wearing a neat apron and holding a wet rag in her hand. It is obvious that she is concentrating on cleaning the kitchen area.

As mentioned in previous chapters, the orphaned children in this manor can choose their own future life paths when they grow up and become fully grown: either stay in the manor as a housekeeper; or become a caring maid; of course, they can also bravely step out of the manor and look for new opportunities of their own in the outside world.

Dolores, in front of us, was full of concern and worry about her younger brother, so she finally decided to stay in the manor and work as a maid.

At this moment, Dolores put her hands tightly on her waist, and her pretty face was full of anger. Her beautiful eyes flashed with undisguised dissatisfaction, and she thought to herself: My little brother, who has grown up, is still so childish, and actually acted like a spoiled child to Natasha in front of everyone? It really made people angry and funny!

Yes, you heard it right! Dolores stood with her head held high, her hands confidently on her waist. Although she lost an arm in the previous accident, it did not weaken her firm and powerful aura at all.

You know, in this magnificent manor, there are countless people wearing prosthetic limbs. For the people here, it is easy to equip Dolores with a suitable prosthetic limb.

"Oh! I understand, dear sister." Robbie blinked his big, lively eyes and playfully stuck out his cute tongue to his sister. Actually, he just wanted to act coquettishly with mother Natasha occasionally.

After all, as the popular saying goes: no matter how tall children grow, in the eyes of their mothers, they will always be children who need care and love.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about you." How could Dolores really be angry with her beloved brother? She reached out her hand lovingly and gently stroked Robbie's little head, her eyes full of pampering and tenderness.

Robbie smiled happily at his sister, but when he saw the rag in Dolores' hand, he said firmly, "When I grow up, I will help my sister clean the kitchen."

"Okay, okay, sister is waiting for that day to come."

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the other side,

Carl happily accepted the precious reward from the owner of the manor - a blueberry pudding with an alluring aroma. He carefully held it in his palm, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world, and returned briskly to his own warm little world.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Carl felt extremely relaxed and comfortable. Here, he no longer needed to follow those cumbersome rules and could enjoy the delicacy as he pleased.

He did not put the pudding on the table and sit upright in a chair to savor it as usual. Instead, he jumped up with the pudding in his hands impatiently, lay comfortably on the soft bed, and began to eat it without any scruples.

As the sweet and sour pudding slid into his throat, Carl's face was filled with a satisfied smile. This unique taste was completely different from the mango pudding he usually ate. It was no longer simply sweet, but had a refreshing sour taste, which immersed his taste buds in a wonderful symphony... Well, it felt really good!

Carl lay in bed leisurely, enjoying this rare feast of food. Unconsciously, a strange and unfamiliar feeling came over him, as if time had gone back, taking him back to his carefree and innocent childhood, and even making him feel the warmth of his mother's gentle care when he was still in his cradle.

“I really wish I would never grow up…” Carl murmured softly with pudding in his mouth.

At this moment, he wishes that time could stay at this moment forever, so that he can always be the child who never grows up in his mother's eyes, away from the troubles and responsibilities that come with growing up, and always snuggle in his mother's warm arms.

But this is impossible. Time is very fair to everyone. Carl will grow up, just like the pudding on the plate, it will always be eaten up.

After Carl swallowed the last piece of pudding, he clapped his hands, stood up from the bed, and decided to proceed to the next step of the chess game.

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Although it is the next step of the chess game, the change is very simple. It is just a small step. After all, if the attack is too fierce, it may cause fierce resistance from the opponent.

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Victor was surprised to find that since he brought the thick stack of letters home, Carl's letters would still appear in the mailbox on time every day, but a subtle and unique change had quietly occurred - a beautiful yellow rose was attached to the top of each letter! And this situation never stopped day after day.

In order to avoid the situation of a large number of letters piling up like last time and attracting the attention of others, Victor decided to take action. He insisted on secretly taking the letters home every day.

However, unlike before, this time he did not open the envelope impatiently to see what was inside. Instead, he cherished the beautiful yellow roses that came with the envelope very much. Every day, he would carefully pick them and then gently put them in his own vase.

Surprisingly, the yellow roses in his home seemed to have eternal vitality this time, and there was no sign of withering or dying. The reason was that every day there were new yellow roses to replace the flowers of the previous day. In this way, Victor's home was always filled with the fresh and elegant fragrance of yellow roses, as if time had frozen at this moment and beauty could last forever.

However, the bright yellow roses in the house were too eye-catching to ignore. Day after day, fresh yellow roses were constantly delivered, so that every day after that, the yellow roses in the vase always bloomed, beautiful and gorgeous, without any signs of withering. They just stood there quietly, in sharp contrast to this dark, dull and dusty home, looking so abrupt and inconsistent.

More importantly, these yellow roses seemed to be silently conveying a message, as if telling him that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get rid of Carl's shadow. Their friendship was as solid as a rock and would last forever. But it was precisely this unshakable emotional bond that made Victor feel more and more fearful and uneasy.

He knew very well that his situation was full of variables and dangers. If he continued to maintain close contact with Carl, it would most likely bring endless troubles or even disasters to the other party.

And this was exactly the result he least wanted to see - he was truly afraid that he would become a stumbling block in Carl's life and drag down this close friend.

Victor told himself countless times to throw away the yellow roses and burn the envelopes, but every time he really wanted to do so, he couldn't do it.