Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 439

She could count the number of middle-aged women she knew on one hand.

She could count the number of middle-aged women she knew on one hand.

Beatrice? No! Waverly? No! Felicity? No! Gwendolyn? No! Sophia? Yes, that's right. My mother.

This woman resembled Sophia, her mother in name.

She didn't remember much about Sophia's appearance because the latter passed away when she was still a child.

However, Sophia's blurry facial features tucked away somewhere in her memory resembled this woman's.

Moreover, this Aplothian woman's name was Sofie. All of these reminded her of her mother.

Artemis seemed to have noticed the sudden change in Bailey's mood and asked, “What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Bailey pursed her lips and shook her head. “I'm fine. Seeing Ms. Carr brings back memories. I'll tell you more after the banquet is over.”

Maybe I'm overthinking this, and I've got the wrong person. My mother perished in that fire. No remains could be found. How can this woman be my mother? Wait. There were no remains? There was nothing left of her body...

As she honed in on that phrase, mixed emotions overwhelmed her.

Is there such a coincidence in life? There were no remains discovered in that fire, not even a piece of clothing. Only an empty casket was buried. Then, an Aplothian woman returned after many years with a similar name and appearance. Is it really just a coincidence?

Luther, nice to meet you. I've heard

gentle voice rang outside beside her ear, jolting

and realized that Sofie and the

met, she could see serenity in Sofie's

peace and elegance in her eyes. Perhaps only people

with Artemis, she beamed. “I'll be relying on your care and guidance in Hallsbay, Mr.

“No problem.”

distracted. All his attention was on

away from

Ms. Bailey from the famous Jefferson family. You guys are a match made in heaven, as though you're destined

that, she extended her right

at her long slender fingers with a complicated

casually, “Did you used to live in Hallsbay? I thought I saw an old

we find strangers who look alike too. I guess I must be fated with your old friend to have

smiled and withdrew her hand naturally. She turned her head to Artemis and stated, “It's quite

on her waist tightened. “If you're feeling unwell, I can send you back first. There are all sorts of people here, and

accompany me, so nothing will

then. You have a

and instructed, “Look after your mother. Give me