Beyond the Divorce

"Maybe heaven made a mistake. Originally, I should have been your daughter!" I looked at my mom sincerely and said.

I said this because Grandma Rose had gently reminded me to take good care of this mother who reared me, to make her feel comfortable in my home, and never to cause her heart to be uneasy.

My mom had meticulously cared for me for the past 20 years. There was nothing I could fault her for.

Sometimes, I even thought that if none of this had happened, I would never know the secret of my identity.

After all, my biological mother left me too early. Since there were regrets, I couldn't let there be any more regrets.

My mom immediately stopped me, "Chloe, you can't say that. To have a daughter like you, even if it's just for a day, is the blessing of your father and me. Moreover, we've been mother and daughter for so many years, I'm content." "Mom!" I said in a spoiled tone, "What do you mean 'content'? Without you, would there be me?"

"Alright, alright. Let's eat." Heartache filled her eyes as she glanced at me.

I grinned at her. Suddenly, I thought of their little girl. If Stella wasn't the one, then where was she?

Deep down, I believed that she must still be alive. Someday, I would find her for them.

downstairs. He held my hand and took me to work. In the car, I asked Atlas, "Are you planning to build a

district is the most suitable, safe, concealed, and convenient. He can walk through the underground passage to the laboratory every day. Even if he

I informed Atlas,

with

I won't drive myself!" I knew Atlas was worried about my safety if

except for being sleepy when there was something

sickness was rare, unlike when was

I knew firmly that this

someone to be with

Tris's face involuntarily appeared in my mind. This young man had left an excellent

and I had been through life and death together and had a tacit

of the car first, went around to the other side, and assisted me in getting out of

to the building's entrance. "Go up. Don't tire yourself out.

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