Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during

childhood

bicycle, a skateboard, and

couldn’t stop her tears as they

face.

was about to holler for Steven to come out when

hand, she took step after

the darkened old alley and

interior wasn’t much more spacious than the shopfront, and it was filled with shoe

were various and

in their novel styles, she couldn’t help but

anywhere, so she

small yard lay at

someone had his back to her as he sat at an antique

whereas his hair was a

at

a glance that this man in front of

doubted

memories, her father’s hair wasn’t this white. When she got married, his hair was still

much either. He was a bonafide middle-aged

stature

weren’t

her heart, she

man

slowly

revealed his

from all

covered his face, adding to him a

slowly took off his glasses as he finally recognized her.

toward Steven, sobbing. In her raging emotions, she wanted to hug him, but she couldn’t bring her

there as tears fell from

her and took her hands. “It’s really you, Amy-you’re

so happily

toe, wiping away the tears

thin?”

stark contrast to her appearance now. Now, her chin was extremely sharp, and her body was

against her for ignoring him after she married into the Alston Family.

she had been too cruel, and she wanted more than anything to give herself a heavy

I’m so glad you’re back.” Steven was obviously happy

much as he led Amelie outside. “I’ll

he would always pamper her

he had to go through a lot of trouble, he would still do everything he could to

her to the moon and back,

father’s grace and love for her with her whole

rolled down Amelie’s cheeks once again as

firmly on the back, comforting her like

the two

the room, they

the adorable little girl in between the shoe racks, his eyes lighting up

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