It was 11 o'clock at night.

Charlotte didn't feel the slightest bit lethargic as she rolled around in bed. The image of Sheryl having fun with Shane earlier during the day kept resurfacing in her mind.

Sheryl's pure smile reflected so much happiness. It was evident that she was having such a good time.

As she looked back on this, Charlotte felt a little rueful.

She knew for a fact that Sheryl had always longed for fatherly love. Still, she never mentioned wanting a father as she was worried about hurting her mother's heart. Even when other children teased her, she would silently put up with it alone.

Sheryl' s obedience and pragmatism only made Charlotte feel more ashamed of herself as a mother.

"Beep beep!"

The phone she had put aside buzzed. The notification immediately pulled Charlotte back to her senses. Wiping away her tears, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was a message from Anne.

'Lottie, are you asleep?'

'Nope. What's the matter?" Charlotte replied.

'How was the day with Shane? From what I can see, Sheryl likes him an awful lot.'

'Yeah, she does. She told me today that she likes him very much.'

Once this message was out, it took a long while before a new message came in.

you noticed that Sheryl bears considerable resemblance to Shane? Especially those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look exactly like Shane's. Say, do you think

already noticed

how could

typed

minimal, perhaps completely

received Anne's response. 'You're right. Shane Fuller is

female anchor, there are literally no

she read the message. To think Shane

about to put down her phone, another notification came in for a

unwittingly read

Hospitalized For Serious Health Issues.' Beneath it was a short description, adding that the corporation's share price was plummeting. Charlotte stared inanimately at the notification and her mind

serious

been in tip-top

the issue, the more uneasiness she felt lodged in her throat. She no longer had the cognitive

and hastily changed out of her pajamas. After one last glance at sleeping Sheryl, she booked a taxi and rushed toward the hospital named in the news. Twenty- odd minutes later, Charlotte came dashing into the inpatient department of

the nurses' station just in time to catch a young nurse on her

I know which

a patient in a VIP ward, she looked at Charlotte warily and asked, "May I know

no ordinary person was to

"I'm his..."

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