Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

reached the house, but hearing the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry

small hands around her mother’s

and planted a kiss on the girl’s forehead as

still looked the

a bunch of Alocasia on the table. The goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to the waves of

stopped at the

the photo. Back then,

fly over and was caught in the

were poor back then,

was enough to put

I looked so fat,” Jamie said, laughing

chuckled at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look

Berry tied it for you,” Charlotte

on her lips as she reminisced about the

to comb and tie my hair when I was young. After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she could experiment on

Ellie answered in thrill, “She

head tenderly. “You would always ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think we still have those photos in

always look at them when I come back. Let me go get

off and went back