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.

the shop, and most of them were the toys she

childhood

bicycle, a

the items bearing so much history, Amelie couldn’t stop her tears

face.

about to holler for Steven to come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go in

Bria’s hand, she took step after careful step

old

than the shopfront, and it was filled with

shoe patterns were

the colorful shoes in their novel styles, she couldn’t help but

anywhere, so she

lay at the

her as he sat at an antique shoe machine. His back was bent over as his

movements were slow, whereas his hair

at him, perfectly

that this man in front of her was none other

doubted herself

When she got married, his hair was

bent so much either. He was a bonafide middle-aged man with broad shoulders and

stature

movements weren’t this slow

sorrow in her heart, she called

working man paused

he slowly turned

did that, he revealed his wizened and wrinkled

from all the years spent on

covered his face, adding to him a

glasses as he

Steven, sobbing. In her raging

as tears

took her hands. “It’s

so

the tears on her face. “Child,

thin?”

on her face, which was a stark contrast to her appearance now. Now,

father didn’t hold any grudges against her for ignoring him after she married into the Alston Family.

cruel, and she wanted more than

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

led Amelie outside. “I’ll whip something up for you.

and he would always pamper her ever since she was

the night, or if he had to go through a lot of trouble, he would still do everything he could to provide her with all the food

the moon and back, but she chose to go

love for

rolled down Amelie’s cheeks once again as she

on the back, comforting her like he used to do in her

later, the two

the room, they caught

girl in between the shoe racks, his eyes lighting up

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