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.

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 he could be...' Upon reading the message, Charlotte distinctly felt her heart

fact, she had already noticed their alikeness

could

speedily typed in

is too minimal, perhaps completely

right. Shane Fuller is known for his tendency to steer clear

are literally

she read the message. To think Shane was

was about to put down her phone,

unwittingly read

description, adding

for serious health

she remembered, her father had always been in tip-top condition. Why did

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

at sleeping Sheryl, she booked a taxi and rushed toward the hospital named in the news. Twenty- odd minutes later,

ran up to the nurses' station just in

may I know which room Timothy Emerson

at Charlotte warily and asked, "May I know how you

had ordered that no

"I'm his..."

Mr. Emerson is doing

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