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.

resemblance to Shane? Especially those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look exactly like Shane's. Say,

had already noticed their alikeness

how could this be

typed

is too minimal, perhaps completely

response. 'You're right. Shane Fuller is

literally no other women by his

she read

she was about to put down her phone,

read

Issues.' Beneath it was a short description, adding

for serious

been in tip-top condition. Why

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

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

the nurses' station just in time to catch

know which room

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

no

"I'm his..."

Emerson

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