Nora was as pale as a sheet.

She thought back to the day five years ago when she went into early labor...She could remember very clearly that she was in a private clinic at that time.

The white walls were peeling and it was very dim in the delivery room.

There were only a doctor and a nurse, and they looked very unprofessional.

She laid on the cold delivery bed without even a shred of dignity.

She didn't remember the pain of labor anymore.

All she remembered was the restless little hand that peeked out of the blanket wrapped around her son when her father took him away.

It was so small...as though just the size of her finger.

She had wanted to get up and take her child back, but her belly started to act up again.

The amniotic fluid in her water bag was almost gone.

If she halted the labor process, then the child who was still in her belly would suffocate to death...

Nora felt as if all the air in her chest had been sucked away and she couldn't breathe.

She had chosen her daughter over her son! Over the years, she had made countless phone calls to Henry and pleaded with him many times.

However, he had never relented and told her anything.

To be honest, she had vaguely already guessed as much deep down in her heart that...Perhaps her son was already dead.

Otherwise, why would he still refuse to reveal the boy's whereabouts after the Grays had agreed to annul the engagement? This was also the reason why she hadn't immediately used a listening device on Henry when she returned to the States.

She was afraid of hearing a result that she didn't want to hear.

She had ultimately still held a glimmer of hope.

She also knew very well that the reason why Cherry, a vain and pretentious little princess, had suddenly bought a lot of boys’ clothing and sometimes pretended to be a boy was actually to cheer her up and take away a bit of her pain when she missed her son.

She looked at her tearful daughter in front of her.

When she heard what Pete said, she forced a smile and choked up as she said, "You don't have to comfort me, Cherry..."

Pete was badly frightened.

The boy, who had been quiet and calm since he was a baby, was crying so badly that his face was covered in tears.

as pale as a sheet, and her usually calm eyes were filled with despair and

uncontrollably and her

as if she was going to collapse and pass out the

He panicked, utterly so.

I'm not lying! I'm Pete! I'm Peter Hunt, not

I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kept it a

at me!

was wrong.I won't do

focus and her rationality gradually

She looked at Pete.

"What...did you say?"

Cherry's various eccentricities during the recent period

stopped playing games and started to

occasionally speak a lot less and become a

example, when Cherry spoke fluent Arabic downstairs

in front of her became vague and surreal, and for a moment, Nora couldn't tell whether this was

eyes filled with confusion, she asked,

"Mommy, it's true."

put his arms

younger sister and I look exactly the same, but I grew up in New York.My name is Peter Hunt and my father is Justin

Nora stared at him.

"Where's Cherry, then?"

him, Pete, who was afraid that his mother would return to that state earlier, gritted his teeth and said, "Mommy, come

with his own little hand and the

but she sure talks big! Eight languages? She probably just learned a phrase so that she could brag to others, right? And, how dare she look

".That's enough!"

cane she was holding

one and only daughter! She's

the poor thing, and so is my sister.But what about me?! Ifshe hadn't run away from home and ended up being rumored to have eloped, would

a

honest, everyone loved Nora's mother deeply that

proud of her

she heard someone coming down the stairs.She turned to see Nora and Cherry

didn't answer.Nora was as though a soulless puppet

of confusion

leave? Was it because of Sheena? Sheena, get Nora back

Sheena was also dumbfounded.

her lip and scoffed, "She can leave if she wants to.I'd instead show more admiration for her if

Melissa panicked.

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