Chapter 137

Felicia nodded. "Yes, it's me, Nana." Macey Garcia and Felicia weren't related by blood. But during Felicia's childhood, when Howell and Tabitha neglected and mistreated her, Macey occasionally slipped her a croissant or a couple of apples. Later, when the village repurposed abandoned houses into a small school, the enrollment fee was a hundred dollars and a piece of smoked ham. The conditions were simple, but the aim was to ensure that every child could get an education. Howell and Tabitha would never spend a dime on Felicia. Felicia could only cling to the window to learn and write words in the dirt with a twig. Seeing her like that, Macey couldn't bear it. She paid Felicia's school fees with the money she earned from weaving bamboo baskets. That one hundred dollars had been saved in small bills that were all crumpled up and piled together. Felicia gently said, "Nana, your eyes aren't good, and you need to take care of your health. You shouldn't keep running up the mountain to