The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 32 Little Miller Accompanies

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye.

Afternoon, four o’clock.

Mia Ginger was packing things in her room.

The small black suitcase lay open on the carpet. She neatly placed her dresses, shoes, and socks, then added her laptop and two books, and an irregular glass bottle filled with buttons, before stopping.

She didn’t have many things.

After moving into the Ginger Family home, Aiden Jiang actually had Charlotte Chester help to buy quite a few things for her, but none of them were things she could accept without reservation.

The reason was simple—they were all chosen based on Zuri Ginger’s preferences.

Mia Ginger’s gaze fell on a nude-pink lace dress with floral patterns folded beside her. She smiled indifferently and picked up the hat she had bought for Louis Cox, lost in thought. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

She had taken Camilia Davis to the hospital and had planned to give the hat to Louis Cox.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t there.

As she was lost in thought, a mocking laugh suddenly came from the doorway.

Mia Ginger looked up to meet the haughty gaze of Bob Ginger, who leaned against the doorframe, looking down at her from above.

Mia stood up with the hat in hand.

"Don’t even think about it, I won’t take it," Bob sneered when he saw her stand up.

"..." Mia was momentarily stunned, then waved the hat in her hand, "You’re overthinking."

The hat landed squarely in the suitcase.

"..." Bob’s smug expression froze for a moment, and he sneered, "Brother Jackson won’t even glance at such a brand."

"Do you need something?" Mia bent down to lock the suitcase.

"Why did you agree to this in the first place?" Bob watched her impatiently, "You’ve only met the person once!"

Mia glanced at him, then pulled the suitcase to leave.

Bob blocked her way, "Do you even realize how much harm you’re causing others? My sister, she’s so upset she cut her wrists!"

"Is she dead?" Mia couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

"You!" Bob was both angry and exasperated, "Is this how you talk?"

"There are people threatening suicide every day," Mia stopped and looked directly at him, "But very few genuinely go through with it. Tell your sister, if she really dies one day, I’ll give Koa Jackson to her."

"That’s ridiculous, someone dies and you’re still talking about it!"

"Exactly," Mia smirked sarcastically, "Which is why she won’t really die."

"..."

Bob looked at her with a complicated expression.

Mia pulled her suitcase downstairs.

In the living room, Charlotte Chester was comforting Zuri Ginger by patting her hand. Zuri’s eyes were red, and when she saw Mia coming downstairs, her lips pursed tightly, holding back tears, looking pitiful.

Since Mia moved into the Ginger Family and it involved Koa Jackson, her sister’s tears had been endless.

Mia took a shallow breath.

She said to Charlotte Chester, "Mom, I’m leaving now."

"Let Little Miller go with you," Charlotte quickly stood up, "You’ll need someone to look after you there, you can’t manage all alone."

"It’s just for two days." Mia glanced at Little Miller standing by.

The girl named Amelia Miller was two years older than Mia and stood meekly by the side, holding a bag and clearly ready to go.

"Even so, someone has to look after you," Charlotte patted her shoulder, "Let’s just do it this way; I’ll have the driver take you both."

"Well then," Mia looked at her with a meaningful expression, "Thank you, Mom."

Charlotte felt briefly uncomfortable under Mia’s perceptive gaze, but it was quickly suppressed by other emotions.

Mia was sharp and it was surprising she got along with Koa Jackson.

Having Little Miller with her naturally allowed for constant observation of the progress between the two, allowing them to act accordingly and to understand Koa Jackson’s preferences.

The match with the Jackson Family was something Charlotte wouldn’t pass up.

The one to marry Koa Jackson should naturally be Zuri Ginger.

Mia and she clashed from the start.

Watching the two get into the car, Charlotte felt relieved.

Meanwhile—

In the car.

Mia sat by the window, remaining silent throughout.

Over an hour later, the driver dropped them at Cloudy Capital.

Uncle Lewis, who came to pick her up, insistently took the suitcase, and Mia thanked him, following him inside.

Cloudy Capital was a top-tier community in the country, with thirty-nine villas built along the river, each facing water. The single-story design was extremely rare domestically.

Especially in such a prime location.

Mia couldn’t help but take a few more glances, the clear river reflecting lush green trees, a vast sky, and drifting white clouds.

"Here we are."

Uncle Lewis’s voice pulled her thoughts back, and she followed him inside.

Passing through a fairly long corridor on the right, past the lotus pond in the southeast corner, and turning a corner, she was bathed in the warm sunlight. Mia ascended the steps, pausing to gaze at the water below and the bamboo at the distant corner, before being drawn in by the minimalistic and sophisticated artwork on the wall.

The design of the Cloudy Capital villa was refreshing, with a hint of East meets West.

The interplay of light and shadow inherited classical garden concepts, while the décor was distinctly modern minimalist, blending two styles seamlessly to perfection.

The attention to detail in the steps, corners, and other settings was exquisite and well-crafted.

The home’s basic color tones were black, white, and gray, with most furniture and door frames made of solid wood, while the floors predominantly featured marble tiles and antique wood-grain tiles, all elegant and bright.

Mia couldn’t help but think of Koa Jackson.

The residence was somewhat like him, extremely elegant and composed, yet meticulously refined, with an understated nobility that was hard to ignore.

Like the noble gentlemen in ancient books, with a natural grace and elegance.

"You’re staying in this room." Uncle Lewis paused in front of an open door.

"Miss Ginger."

A middle-aged woman inspecting the room inside came out, smiling as she greeted.

"Aunt Lee," Mia smiled at her, "Just call me Mia Ginger."

"Koa is next door," Uncle Lewis entered the room, placing her suitcase by the wardrobe and explaining, "Outside the room is the garden, here it connects to a small study, and it has a walk-in closet and bathroom, so it’ll be convenient for you to stay in."

"Thank you," Mia nodded.

"If you need anything else, just let us know anytime," Uncle Lewis looked at Little Miller standing by the doorway, "The maid’s room is on the other side; I’ll take her there now."

"Alright." Mia smiled.

Watching Uncle Lewis lead Amelia Miller away, Mia exhaled as she sat down on a bench, taking a call on her phone.

But before she started unpacking, her phone rang in her pocket.

It was Koa Jackson.

She answered with a simple "Hello."

"I have surgery, I might not be back tonight," Koa Jackson paused slightly, "If you need anything, just tell Aunt Lee, and don’t feel restrained."