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.

push Joyce to the edge, and all she got in return was a blatant show of affection from

her hand, shaking with anger, and even her arms could not

finally noticed the abnormality in Charlotte's demeanor and hurriedly sat down next to her, trying to pull the remote control out of her hand, but

her arms, firmly pressed her trembling arms, and sighed long and hard, "Charlotte, things in this world can't be perfect. All these years Mom has learned to let go. Sometimes

looked at Cecelia with pity, "By the way, Aunt Warner came by yesterday and she asked me

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

can call Aunt Warner if you don't believe me, that's what she really said." Charlotte nodded her head repeatedly, her expression

idea, right?" There was nothing else she could ask for now that she had got her

that a forced marriage would never be a happy one. I saw the live broadcast just now, and as I expected, Luther and Joyce are in love. Whether they used to be real or not, but