It was already ten o'clock at night when Charlotte returned home after a long day at work.

It was pitch-black in the house. None of the lights were left on in wait for her.

She fumbled for her house slippers in the dark, but just as she put her flats into the shoe cabinet...

The lights in the living room suddenly flickered on, and the successive bangs of party poppers invaded her ears.

Immediately after, Sheryl brought the carefully prepared cake up to Charlotte with Anne's assistance.

"Happy birthday, mommy!"

"Happy birthday, Lottie!"

Welcomed with the warm scene in front of her, Charlotte was so moved that she teared up. Today was her birthday.

"Mommy, you're one year older. You're a big girl now. Don't cry," said Sheryl with a stern expression.

amused by her precious daughter's

regular birthday routine, Charlotte made

and cheekily

here is a

the exquisite gift box in Sheryl's arms, Charlotte subconsciously assumed it was Anne's arrangement, but Anne

over her face, Sheryl looked at Charlotte giddily and urged, "Mommy, quick,

opened the box and

will look good

of the dress, Charlotte had no doubt that this dress was worth

pleased as Sheryl had imagined. Instead, she turned to speak

still. Where did you get the money to buy

pocket money by avoiding unnecessary

look at it. Realizing it

a little nervous. She squeezed her small hands together and asked, "Mommy, don't you like

Charlotte's heart, and she couldn't bear to blame her daughter. Still, thinking about her future, she

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