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After so much, she had thoroughly understood what her master and auntie Layla warned her about in the first

place.

Many people, many things, look as if they were harmless, but in the dark would bring many hidden dangers that she

simply couldn’t control.

Therefore, staying away was the greatest wisdom!

Things had changed, and now Francesca had calmed down and started to re-examine the relationship between her

and Danrique, and their future.

Staying away and never seeing each other again was the best outcome for them.

“Francesca ……”

Anthony’s voice came and Francesca snapped back to attention, turning her head to look at him, “Is it done?”

“It’s done.” Anthony nodded, “The orphanage has all been transferred to the general’s name, it’s also disassociated

from Lindberg’s foundation, it’s a free agent from now on.”

“Well, that’s good.” Francesca raised the corners of her lips slightly, once upon a time she was the legal person of

the orphanage and had a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders, thus she was always threatened.

She listened to William’s advice and transferred the orphanage to the general’s name, from then on she was all

alone and unattached, and there was nothing to be threatened by.

Both Francesca and Anthony deactivated their previous phone numbers and bank accounts and transferred all the

money in their accounts to the orphanage, leaving only a small amount of money in a new account provided by the

general.

In this way, they cut off all contact and no one could find Francesca.

“The place is also found.” Anthony spoke again, his voice low.

“Hm.” Francesca nodded and said to the general, “General, after disturbing you for so long, we should leave.”

“What are your plans for the future?” The General asked worriedly.

“Auntie Layla and Uncle Lincoln loved Phoenix City when they were alive, I want to take them back.” Francesca

looked at the white clouds in the sky and said sadly, “I asked Anthony to buy a small building there and I plan to live

there.”

Not only did she want to let her auntie Layla and Uncle Lincoln go into the ground, but she also wanted to take the

opportunity to sink her teeth into it.

She felt that she had been impulsive and capricious, self-righteous, simple-minded and incompetent, and she

needed to change.

“Good, call me anytime you need anything, I’m always here.” The general admonished.

“Thank you.”

The next day, Francesca left the D Nation with Anthony, returned to H City, and then transferred from H City to

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The place Anthony found was in a small town halfway up the hill in the western city of Phoenix, the town was not

exactly wealthy but lived very comfortably, the small building had been built the year before and the owners were a

professor couple who had returned from the city.

The two were now emigrating abroad with their children and have had to sell the small building to a kindred spirit.

The small building was decorated in traditional style, with furniture and decoration in a kind of traditional retro

style, and many flowers and plants planted in the yard, light and literary.

When Francesca walked into the courtyard, she had an inexplicable sense of comfort, Anthony really got to her

heart, finding places that she liked.

The two of them found a cemetery in the back of the mountain, where they buried their auntie Layla and uncle

Lincoln, and planted a laurel tree next to it, which was the scent that Auntie Layla liked.

Once everything was settled, Francesca and Anthony stayed here, and the two of them would go every day to

spend time with their auntie Layla and uncle Lincoln, talking to them and chatting with them as if they had never

left.

They were still the happiest and warmest family as before.

Anthony accompanied Francesca for her prenatal check-ups and hired another granny from the town to help take

care of Francesca and take care of her daily life.

Many people thought they were a young couple.

A few months had passed since they started living in such a peaceful and cozy way.

Francesca’s belly grew bigger and bigger every day. She checked her pulse every day and made herself tonic herbs

to make sure she gave birth to the three children safely.

Yes, she was pregnant with triplets.

She was already not physically fit to have children, but now she was even more dangerous.