"What are you talking about?"
Facing Vincent, who had suddenly become serious, Diana gently poked his forehead with her cool, smooth finger: "Although my money is also yours, I still hope you can earn money through your own efforts in the future. After all, working is a very good social experience…"
"OK." Vincent responded weakly, his dream of lying flat shattered.
"I can bear all the expenses for that girl until she comes of age, but is that what she wants to see?" Diana looked at Vincent and said meaningfully: "Have you considered whether she personally is willing to accept everything you want to arrange for her?"
"This…" Vincent paused.
Indeed.
Just from Wanda's quiet demeanor that day, standing alone beside her parents' bodies, neither crying nor making a fuss, it was clear she was a strong girl with her own opinions.
Vincent blindly wanted to protect Wanda and provide her with accommodation and living expenses, but he didn't know what the girl truly wanted.
"What should I do, Aunt Diana?" Vincent looked up, earnestly asking for Diana's opinion.
Diana thought for a moment and said softly: "I'll arrange it."
...That evening.
In New York, in an outer district undergoing post-war restoration, within a relatively quiet five-star hotel.
Little Wanda, led by the front desk attendant, arrived at a table by the window on the second floor. Before she even reached her seat, Wanda saw the person who had already been waiting at the table, more than ten meters away. Her eyes rippled, and she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration—
What a beautiful person.
Even the female celebrities and models on TV couldn't compare.
"You must be little Wanda, right?" Diana looked at Wanda as she approached and said gently: "Sit down and talk."
She wore a long beige trench coat, which could hardly conceal the curvaceous figure of her mature body.
Wanda sat in the seat opposite Diana. Although her figure was far from as good as Diana's, her small face was delicate and fair like a doll's, and her features already showed the makings of a beauty. And her naturally scarlet long hair made even Diana show a hint of surprise.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Wanda looked at Diana curiously.
"My name is Diana Prince." Diana introduced herself.
"Prince?" Wanda's eyes widened in surprise.
Diana nodded slightly, a small smile on her face, and said: "That's right, I am Vincent's family."
"Hello. My name is Wanda, Wanda Django Maximoff." Hearing that she was Vincent's family, Wanda immediately became less cautious, and her attitude became much more respectful.
"Vincent has already told me about your general situation." Diana rested her palm lightly on her chin, looking at the red-haired girl in front of her: "His intention is to help you transfer to a private school in Washington and arrange your accommodation nearby. Of course, regarding your brother, I will also arrange for someone to help search…"
"No, no need for so much trouble!" Wanda shook her head hastily, waving her hands in a panic: "Vincent helped my brother and saved my life. I'm already very grateful to him. I haven't even been able to repay him yet!"
"Don't be so quick to refuse." Diana asked: "I want to know, what do you think of Vincent's proposal?"
"It's very good. It's just, too good." Wanda lowered her head and said softly: "I really can't accept him paying so much for nothing."
Wanda paused, her eyes slightly red, and pleaded: "If possible, I hope you can arrange for someone to find my brother. I don't care what happens to me personally."
She's a very good girl.
Diana thought, suddenly admiring Vincent's judgment, and continued to ask: "Then you don't want to go to school? With the current situation in New York, classes will probably be suspended for a long time, and in Washington, you can still see Vincent often."
Wanda lowered her head and thought for a moment, then stammered: "I don't have money now. But I will work, and when my situation stabilizes, I will definitely go to Washington."
Diana said very directly: "You are only thirteen years old now, who would hire you to work? If this continues, you are very likely to be placed in an orphanage. Not to mention being controlled, you might not even have a chance to find your brother later."
Wanda's hands under the table clenched, and she sat there somewhat at a loss.
At only thirteen years old, having lost her family, home, and property… surviving alone in post-war New York City, and still needing to find her brother who was abducted by a mysterious force, the challenges she would face in the future were simply too many!
"I have a plan here."
Diana looked at the helpless Wanda and suddenly said: "One that allows you to live and study in Washington, and also allows you to repay Vincent for all the help he provided. You can even treat it as a long-term internship."
Wanda's big, innocent eyes widened, and she asked with a hint of hope: "What… plan?"
...The next morning.
The curtains in the single room were tightly drawn, not letting in a single ray of morning light.
Vincent was still sleeping under the covers when he suddenly dreamed of a blue-haired loli maid calling out by his bed: "Young Master, it's time to get up."
"Just a little longer," Vincent mumbled groggily.
"Don't sleep anymore, it's time to get up and prepare for breakfast." A soft, somewhat familiar childish voice continued to come from close to his ear, and there was a slight tugging at one side of the quilt.
Wait, this dream is a bit too real, isn't it?
Also, this voice is—
Vincent woke up with a start, opening his eyes. What greeted him was a scarlet maid with a slightly oversized apron hanging on her chest.
No, something's not right!
Vincent patted his cheek, looking at the red-haired girl whose small hand was still clutching a corner of the quilt, and said in surprise: "Wanda, why are you here??"
"Why can't I be here?"
Seeing Vincent, who had rescued her, again, Wanda suppressed her inner joy, went to the window, stood on tiptoe to pull open the curtains, letting the morning light flood the room: "Miss Diana gave me an internship for three years, until I come of age. I can receive a portion of my salary in advance, which allows me to live and have daily expenses here."
"What kind of work?" Vincent asked curiously. Aunt Diana hadn't told him about this.
"Taking care of Young Master Vincent, of course. For example, waking you up in the morning, making breakfast, cleaning the house, doing laundry, fulfilling your daily needs…"
Wanda started counting on her fingers. Before she could finish, Vincent quickly interrupted her: "Wait!"
This, isn't this a maid?
Vincent's original intention was for Wanda to come to Washington so he could conveniently take care of her.
But now, it was Wanda who was coming to take care of him instead?
"I don't need anyone to take care of me, especially someone younger than me…" Vincent was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood. This was most likely Aunt Diana's compromise to allow Wanda to accept his financial help with peace of mind.
"Don't need me?"
Looking at Wanda's crestfallen little face.
Vincent immediately gave in, quickly saying: "I need it, I really need it. I'm completely unable to take care of myself in daily life."
Hmm, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.
Vincent continued: "It's just, don't call me Young Master. I'm not used to people calling me that."
"Then…" Scarlet Maid Wanda's face flushed slightly, she hesitated, and then softly asked: "What would you like for breakfast, Master?"
Vincent was speechless…
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