I Got Married Without You

Chapter 661 James, What Should I Do?

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Amelia still didn’t speak, and George didn’t force her, but in the following days, he often came to visit her with Grace in his arms.

During the day, Grace would lie in front of Amelia’s bed, poking her face with her chubby little fingers.

“Aunt Amelia, you look like the doll my daddy bought for me. She is just like you, she looks pretty, but she can’t speak…”

Only God knew how George managed to persuade Grace from calling Amelia mommy to calling her Aunt Amelia.

The sound of the word “aunt” made Amelia’s heart feel warm, and when she slept at night, she couldn’t help hugging Grace’s tiny body tightly.

It was as if while floating in this world, she had found a single boat that she could board to explore. This boat had brought her to the most beautiful of places on earth.

Amelia lowered her head, curious to see what the child looked

like…

But when she realized her eyes were still not working right, a wave

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of sadness washed over her…

Would her sight be restored after death?

If not, then she couldn’t even see James after she died…

and stared at

thought to herself, “James, do you know that I am pregnant with your baby? If you were still alive,

Along with your departure, you took away my hope of survival, and left me with no chance of seeing you again…”

what should I do?” she pondered.

the child would be a

get rid

I can keep the child and go to you at the same

but James was still so cruel to not appear in

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deeply for a while, and

an answer.

make sure she or he was raised in the Evans

for the time being, and maybe her thoughts

Aaron walked into the room with the porridge, he thought that Amelia would be lying on her bed, motionless as

sitting up in bed, with

layer of golden light

him for a while before

no expression, and nodded at him. “How long should

Aaron didn’t care. “That

mood…”

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stopped stroking her fingers across Grace’s back, her expression turned cold. “What exactly do you want?” she

of porridge in his hand and bent down. He stared at the blind Amelia and said affectionately,

said in a deep voice, “Even if I pretend to be her,