Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116: The Story Continues
And remained by her side.
For the younger Louis Snyder, that day was his most beautiful memory.
However, this memory was one-sided, written in text yet extending into another corner of the world.
After bidding farewell to Louis Snyder that day...
The little girl bounced over to her classmate, the school badge on her backpack swinging back and forth with her movements.
Noticing it, her classmate asked curiously, "Whose school badge is this?"
She took a closer look and recognized the school emblem, "Tiffany Lynch? I don’t know her, she must be a student from that private school only wealthy people can afford. But this Tiffany Lynch does look a bit familiar!"
The name and class were written on the badge, which also had a photo attached to the upper right corner.
"I don’t know her, I found it," said the little girl, pulling the badge in front of her and pouting, "But she went too far, I saw her bullying a yellow dog on the side of the road and let the adults with her kick its bowl away."
The yellow dog was a stray taken in by a nearby shop, usually tied up in front of the store to keep an eye on the place.
It was gentle, didn’t bite or bark wildly, and was very loyal.
She had told it many little secrets, and the yellow dog never shared them with other dogs.
It was a good dog.
"Then she really is awful." Her classmate agreed, "Maybe you shouldn’t return her school badge, let her worry about it."
The little girl shook her head, frowning, "I can’t do that, my mother said if you find someone else’s things, you have to return them."
The classmate didn’t quite understand but still nodded in agreement, "Fine, fine, whatever you say. Have you finished your homework today? I need to copy it."
The little girl put away the badge, "Sure, but you have to give me two packs of spicy sticks."
Her classmate’s family ran a snack shop, and if there was one thing they had plenty of, it was spicy sticks.
She thought nothing of it, although she usually charged only one pack.
"Two packs of spicy sticks? You’re not going to save them for Hayes Edwards in your house, are you? I really don’t see what you like about him. I heard he beat everyone up when he was in kindergarten, he’s a bad kid."
The little girl clasped her hands, her eyes lighting up, "I just like Hayes Edwards, we’ve already agreed to elope together in the future. The spicy sticks are our travel money; I need to save up more."
"Alright, two packs of spicy sticks, consider it my gift in a red envelope."
"Deal!"
*
The Yarn family was going to hold a birthday party for the grandson they had just found.
Somehow the news got around in the entertainment industry, leading to inevitable gossip.
Especially among the actors who had worked with Louis Snyder before.
"They say one’s lucky to turn into a phoenix once perched on a branch, but Louis Snyder really has good fortune, getting involved with the Yarn family."
"Though the Yarn family isn’t what it used to be, it still has deeper roots than most wealthy families. And Roy Yarn is from the Yarn family as well."
"Born to daughters of the family, one takes the surname Yarn, the other Snyder. It’s clear which one is closer. After all, the child raised by your side is dearer."
Louis Snyder’s identity was tied to the Yarn family’s old scandal, so the family externally only acknowledged him as the child of the youngest daughter who married far away, with whom they had only reconnected after many years.
The implications behind this were numerous, but people outside the circle didn’t understand the inner workings.
After all, it was rich people’s family business, and those who didn’t know wouldn’t dare to speculate, and those who knew wouldn’t discuss it recklessly.
