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For almost a week, Naina sat quietly in a small restaurant not far from the black-gated house that had been her focus. No matter how much time she wasted just to watch from a distance, she was captivated by the red-haired woman living in that house. Naina still couldn't believe she had been expelled from there a few days ago. She had waited so patiently for the return of the stranger she called "Mom."

"Do you want to eat a vegetable salad?" the restaurant owner asks. Her name is Bu Odah. She's thrilled whenever Naina visits. Regardless of whose child she is, each time the girl comes, she spends a lot of money. Odah has asked several times, but the girl won't say why she waits here.

She merely replies, "I'm bored at home; there's no one there. So, I stay here. Is that okay, Bu?"

Judging by her appearance, belongings, looks, and the luxury car that usually accompanies this young lady, she's certainly not just any kid. Odah feels sorry for her, so she lets the girl