You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The live broadcast had ended.

Charlotte was still sitting rigidly, her mind blank, holding the remote control in her hands, and forgetting to put it down.

Cecelia stood behind Charlotte and watched the scene with a frown. She sighed gently, and looked at Charlotte worriedly. She could not imagine her poor daughter, after more than 20 years away from home, would now suffer so much in love. She felt bad for her.

She patted Charlotte's shoulder and didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Because Cecelia had been standing behind Charlotte, so she could not see Charlotte's eyes were burning with a blaze of anger, her eyes scarlet, as if she wanted to burn everything around them with her eyes. If Cecelia was not present, Charlotte would have smashed the remote control in her hand.

every means to push Joyce to the edge, and all she got in return

control in her hand, shaking

the abnormality in Charlotte's demeanor and hurriedly sat down next to

"Charlotte, things in this world can't be perfect. All these years Mom has learned to let go. Sometimes you just cannot force it." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

his promise." Charlotte shook her head desperately and looked at Cecelia with pity, "By the way, Aunt Warner came by yesterday and she asked me to pass on the message to you. I hope you and

go out and find Luther?" Wouldn't that be the same as asking the Heath family to step in and force a

really said." Charlotte nodded her head repeatedly, her expression

could ask for now that she had got her lost daughter back. Rodney might agree to force

about it, she continued to persuade, "Charlotte, don't worry about it. You just give birth to the child, and the Heath family will naturally raise the baby. No one dares to say anything, mom will not let you suffer. When you are a little older, you will understand that a forced marriage would never be a happy one. I saw the live broadcast