His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 835

During this period at the Velvet Haven, Elsie kept everything business as usual, even working harder than before in hopes of winning Avery's favor.

However, in the shadows, she never ceased to gather evidence of Avery's wrongdoings.

Despite the challenging journey and the constant danger of irreversible consequences, she was determined to follow this path without looking back.

Today was Elsie's monthly volunteer day at the local orphanage.

She woke up early, freshened up, put on her volunteer t-shirt, grabbed the gifts she had prepared for the kids, and hurriedly drove off.

“Hi, Ms. Archer. You're here so early.”

“Good morning, Ms. Archer.”

“How have you been, Ms. Archer?”

The teachers and fellow volunteers warmly greeted Elsie upon her arrival.

Here, Ms. Archer was everyone's favorite.

Elsie responded to each greeting with a smile, kindly handing out the homemade treats she had prepared.

“Wow. Ms. Archer, you made these apple pies again. We all love them.”

Some of the younger caregivers couldn't wait to take a bite in front of her, their faces lighting up with the joy of delicious food, “Ms. Archer, it's a pity you can only come once a month. If you could come every week, or even every day, that would be amazing. We'd be so lucky.”

Elsie smiled softly, feeling a twinge of sadness in her heart.

She wished she could, but she couldn't.

Besides, all good things come to an end, and she didn't know when her transient life would reach its conclusion. Coming once a month kept their relationship light; if she suddenly stopped coming one day, they wouldn't feel too heartbroken.

“Ms. Archer, it's about time. The kids are waiting for you,” a teacher hurried over to remind her.

“Alright, I'm on my way.”

This classroom was quieter than the others.

Elsie was writing on the blackboard with precise and graceful handwriting, much like herself.

The children were diligently taking notes, the sound of pencils scratching on paper creating a serene atmosphere.

Just then, a tall, sharp silhouette quietly appeared at the classroom's back door.

Elvis lazily narrowed his eyes, leaning against the door frame, his figure strong and pleasing to the eye like a meticulously crafted painting.

Elsie turned around, her slender, fair hands moving gracefully through the air.

She was using sign language.

Elvis' pupils contracted, his heart rate increasing.

Only then did he realize that the children in this class were all deaf or mute.