You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1782: A Daughter Like You

At that moment, Joyce seized the opportunity and rushed forward, her long arms embracing Alisha, pulling her into her own embrace, holding her tightly.

Her daughter was now in her arms, and although the small, soft body struggled, Joyce finally had a real sense of her presence.

Ten months of pregnancy, thinking that Alisha was born lifeless, Joyce had spent the past four years in guilt. She never imagined that Alisha was fortunate enough to still be alive. Regardless of whether Alisha recognized her or not, she was her daughter.

She would gradually make Alisha accept her.

She held Alisha tightly, the embrace so tight that there was no gap, her voice trembling continuously. "Alisha, I am your mommy. Mommy misses you so much.”

Alisha desperately struggled. "No, you're lying. I won't be fooled. You're a bad woman. It's you who separated Daddy and Mommy!"

Reuben took advantage of the opportunity and executed a beautiful leg sweep, subduing Athena on the ground.

The black-clad people around were pushed back by Luther, leaving only two behind. The rest of the black-clad people were held at gunpoint by the warlords and special police, unable to act recklessly. Luther called out to Jacob, the leader of the black-clad people, "You've already been subdued. Why haven't you retreated?"

all, they still had the ability to resist, and retreating like this meant that Athena wouldn't let them

that you used to work for Christian. Do you think we found this place on our own? How could such a well-disciplined organization with such a secret base be known

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case, they might as well return

"We guarantee that

raised his arm and gave

people began to drop their weapons one after another. "Jacob, how dare you betray me!" Athena exclaimed in

following Mr. Christian's orders to ensure your safety. I apologize. You're injured now, and I'll take you to Mr. Christian for treatment.” Athena's shoulder was

her shoulder where Joyce had shot her before, the wound that never fully healed and constantly caused her pain, now

her whole body trembling from the

compare to the pain in her

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of resentment, "I did all this because I love you. But

"Love me? You love yourself, satisfying

your poisoning. Do you know how much I worried about you? You can't deny my