You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 68

Charlotte gently massaged her shoulders. She was good at controlling the force she used and Cecelia felt good.

Cecelia held her hand tenderly and pulled her to sit with her, “Silly child, I am not tired. I heard from the hospital that you have signs of miscarriage. You need more rest.’

“Mom, I’m fine, don’t listen to the doctor, I’m fine.” Charlotte’s hands didn’t stop, she simply gave Cecelia a real pounding on the leg.

“Charlotte, you are really good at massage! Where did you learn it?” Cecelia asked with genuine curio

“Oh, I used to give massages to the director of the orphanage. Charlotte pretended to make light of the situation, “There are so many children in the orphanage, but I am the only one who is close to the director.’

Cecelia’s eyes are really red. Her poor daughter had to please others to earn a living when she was just SO young.

In fact, right now, was her daughter pleasing herself? Because she was afraid she might have done something wrong? Afraid to upset her parents?

Since she returned, she could see that her daughter was careful when she was with them every day.

she said anything her daughter opened her eyes wide, trembling as pathetic as a puppy, afraid of being

sobbed softly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s

with a particularly contented soul. “Charlotte, does Luther have something difficult to say?” Cecelia asked, her intuition telling her that things were not

he was deceived by that girl. I heard it was to make his grandmother happy. His grandmother has terminal-stage

When his grandmother passes away, they would

thought about it, “Are you afraid that they will fall in love with

over time?”

let them live under the same roof. Even

have a talk with her sometime. There’s always a way to get rid of it.’ For her daughter’s happiness, Cecelia would certainly

not for her own daughter, Cecelia would not have

destiny. It’s just

grow up in an orphanage and have to beg for a living. Now that she finally met someone she loved

the loneliness and pain of a

let her

she could do for