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.

was as pale as a sheet, and her usually

rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably and her smile looked

as if she was going to

He panicked, utterly so.

"Mommy, I'm not lying! I'm Pete! I'm Peter Hunt, not Cherry! I'm not Cheryl

have kept it a secret from

at me! I'm

wrong.I won't do

Nora's eyes gradually regain focus and

She looked at Pete.

"What...did you say?"

his claims incredulous, yet Cherry's various eccentricities during the

Cherry had suddenly stopped

occasionally speak a lot less and

spoke fluent Arabic downstairs just

and surreal, and for a moment, Nora couldn't tell

her eyes filled with confusion, she asked,

"Mommy, it's true."

put his arms around her

exactly the same, but I grew up in New York.My

Nora stared at him.

"Where's Cherry, then?"

afraid that his mother would return to

held Nora's hand with his own little

so that she

".That's enough!"

cane she was holding

only daughter! She's already quite

she's quite 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 the Andersons’ reputation

a

Nora's mother deeply that was why they were

had been so proud of her sister back

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

very anxious, so he didn't answer.Nora was as though a soulless puppet at the

look of confusion

because of Sheena? Sheena, get Nora back here! If she leaves, then you can forget

Sheena was also dumbfounded.

sharp and fierce expression cracked, but she nevertheless curled her lip and scoffed, "She can leave if she wants to.I'd instead show more admiration for her if she

Melissa panicked.

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