Nora was as pale as a sheet.

She thought back to the day five years ago when she went into early labor…She could remember very clearly that she was in a private clinic at that time.

The white walls were peeling and it was very dim in the delivery room.

There were only a doctor and a nurse, and they looked very unprofessional.

She laid on the cold delivery bed without even a shred of dignity.

She didn’t remember the pain of labor anymore.

All she remembered was the restless little hand that peeked out of the blanket wrapped around her son when her father took him away.

It was so small…as though just the size of her finger.

She had wanted to get up and take her child back, but her belly started to act up again.

The amniotic fluid in her water bag was almost gone.

If she halted the labor process, then the child who was still in her belly would suffocate to death…

Nora felt as if all the air in her chest had been sucked away and she couldn’t breathe.

She had chosen her daughter over her son! Over the years, she had made countless phone calls to Henry and pleaded with him many times.

However, he had never relented and told her anything.

To be honest, she had vaguely already guessed as much deep down in her heart that…Perhaps her son was already dead.

Otherwise, why would he still refuse to reveal the boy’s whereabouts after the Grays had agreed to annul the engagement? This was also the reason why she hadn’t immediately used a listening device on Henry when she returned to the States.

She was afraid of hearing a result that she didn’t want to hear.

She had ultimately still held a glimmer of hope.

She also knew very well that the reason why Cherry, a vain and pretentious little princess, had suddenly bought a lot of boys’ clothing and sometimes pretended to be a boy was actually to cheer her up and take away a bit of her pain when she missed her son.

She looked at her tearful daughter in front of her.

When she heard what Pete said, she forced a smile and choked up as she said, “You don’t have to comfort me, Cherry…”

Pete was badly frightened.

The boy, who had been quiet and calm since he was a baby, was crying so badly that his face was covered in tears.

and her usually

uncontrollably and

as if she was going to collapse

He panicked, utterly so.

I’m Pete! I’m Peter Hunt, not Cherry! I’m not

shouldn’t have

at me!

won’t

eyes gradually regain focus and her rationality gradually returned

She looked at Pete.

“What…did you say?”

yet Cherry’s various eccentricities during the recent period of time started

example, Cherry had suddenly stopped playing games and

Cherry would occasionally speak a lot less and

Cherry spoke fluent Arabic

became vague and surreal, and for a

eyes filled with confusion, she

“Mommy, it’s true.”

put his arms around her

sister and I look exactly the same, but I grew up in New York.My name

Nora stared at him.

“Where’s Cherry, then?”

 

that she didn’t seem to believe him, Pete, who was afraid that his mother would return

held Nora’s hand with his own little hand and the

but she sure talks big! Eight languages? She probably just learned a phrase so that she could brag

“.That’s enough!”

slammed the white cane

your sister’s one and only daughter! She’s already quite

what about me?! Ifshe hadn’t run away from home and ended up being rumored to have eloped, would the Andersons’ reputation have been this terrible?! Neither would my ex-fiance have broken off our engagement! How

a

deeply that was why

been so proud of her

to console Sheena when she heard someone coming down

going? Pete was very anxious, so he didn’t answer.Nora was as though a soulless puppet at the moment, so she didn’t answer,

look of confusion came over Melissa’s

get Nora back here! If

Sheena was also dumbfounded.

scoffed, “She can leave if she wants to.I’d instead show more admiration for her

Melissa panicked.

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