The President’s Five Children

Holding this secret, Yembi returned to her room.

She couldn’t wait to tell Bruno the secret.

Bruno, however, shoved her into the checkroom, “Change first, come out and tell me when you’re done.”

Yembi couldn’t hold it in, so she talked to Bruno about it through a wall of doors while changing.

“You probably can’t believe it, but the current Countess is a fake, the real Countess, is locked up in the old attic back there, still being tortured like a monster.”

If a more timid child saw that, they would probably be scared to tears!

Bruno’s tone was bland, “That ah, I already know.”

What?

Yembi incredulously poked out a head from the doorway, “When did you know that, then why didn’t you tell me?”

When Bruno looked over from this viewpoint, he could just see half of Yembi’s exposed shoulder, white and glistening, and when the light hit it, it converged into a pearl-like circle of light.

Bruno unnatural don’t open the line of sight, coughing, “I also only know today, haven’t found the evidence, can’t be sure of the truth, so I didn’t tell you.”

After a pause he added, “You change your clothes and come out first.”

Yembi gave an oh, reluctantly shrunk her head and went back to change her clothes.

When he came out after changing, he told Bruno, “You don’t have any proof, but I do, so as long as we tell everyone that the people in the old attic are the real Countess, won’t it be okay?”

Bruno is dumbfounded and surveys the gown Yembi is wearing.

The champagne-colored fishtail dress was very elegant, and under the light, the special material of the fabric refracted different shimmers, just like a real fishtail.

Coupled with Yembi’s hot and sexy, dimpled body, the beauty was simply unbelievable.

Bruno’s eyes deepened for a few moments, and the thought of hiding Yembi and not letting anyone but him look at it suddenly popped up in his mind.

But it was only an instant before he regained his senses.

“This isn’t as simple as you think,” Bruno replied, “Even if you bring out the real Countess, it won’t prove that she’s the real thing.”

“Why?” Yembi wonders.

Bruno explains, “I’ve already checked and Countess doesn’t have any blood-bearing relatives around her, so it’s not realistic to start with the paternity thing.”

But if we don’t start with that, there’s no way to prove the truth.

“How.” Yembi deflated, “This is too hard!”

She sat down on her butt on the couch, depressed beyond belief, and simply laid her whole body down on it.

Twisting a few times to find the most comfortable position, she then closed her eyes and rested.

The expression was one of distress, though.

Bruno wanted to laugh as he watched, and couldn’t help but speak, “However, it’s not completely out of the question, not having a loved one is also good for us.”

“What?” Yembi didn’t understand, “How can that be a good thing!”

Bruno reminded, “If one doesn’t have parents to take care of them as a child, then one is bound to come into contact with a lot of society and a lot of passing by in passing; the real one, the Countess, will remember it, but it’s hard to tell with the fake one.”

After all, appearances, voices and even habits can be copied.

But life experiences and people you’ve met can’t.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Yembi instantly brightened up when she heard this, “Yeah, why didn’t I think of that, so where are we going to find such a passerby?”

Bruno shook his head and corrected her, “We don’t have to look, we just want transients, make a phone call and a whole bunch will come.”