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.

house, but hearing the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry was enough

her mother’s face, “Mrs.

on the girl’s forehead as they walked into the

looked the

fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the

wandered and stopped at the family

smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled as if her heart

over and was caught in

were poor back

bliss from the photo was enough to put a smile on anyone looking at

fat,” Jamie said, laughing

picture. “I looked fatter

it for you,”

smile curved on her lips as she reminisced about the

After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’

“She would

Ellie’s head tenderly. “You would always ask for a photo after she tried something new.

do. I always look at them when I

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