Chapter 105. Orphanage

Emma sat quietly in the leather chair in her private office, as the soft afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a small corner of her desk. In front of her, the computer screen displayed a long list of items, while beside it lay a notebook with a thin fountain pen resting across the page.

Emma leaned slightly forward, tapping her chin with her fingers, her gaze drifting idly at the screen though her thoughts had wandered far away. She bit gently on the pen cap, a habit she often indulged in while deep in thought.

At times, this tranquility made her feel as though she were standing between two worlds, where she could momentarily set aside the busyness of work and everyday life to immerse herself in her own gentle and private emotions.

Right now, she was thinking about the children at the Rose Orphanage, a place where she had always devoted a part of her love for many years.

A soft knock on the door broke Emma from her reverie. She lifted