I Got Married Without You

Chapter 661

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…

arms, and stared at a

you know that I am pregnant with your baby? If you were still alive, I know you’d

my hope of survival, and left me

me, what should I

the child, then the child would be

bear to get rid of the child that

do so that I can keep the child and go to you at

all night, but James was still so cruel to

What Should

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on the bed, thought deeply for a

an answer.

to the child, make sure she or he was

the child in her womb for the time being, and maybe her thoughts would change in

walked into the room with the porridge, he thought that Amelia would be lying on

bed, with her white

a layer of golden light spread around her, making her whole body exude the brilliance of motherhood.

the scene before him for a while before walking

expression, and nodded at him. “How long should I do it?”

didn’t care. “That

mood…”

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back, her expression turned cold. “What exactly do you

put down the bowl of porridge in his hand and bent down. He stared at the blind

eyelashes fluttered gently, and said in a deep voice, “Even if I pretend to be her, I’m not her.

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