Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

When Mrs. Ormond saw the two young people embracing just now, her heart nearly stopped. It felt like the sky was crashing down around her. In that moment, she almost screamed.

But she had instinctively covered her mouth, forcing herself to stay silent.

As soon as the couple let go of each other, she spun around and walked away, no longer watching from the stairs. She wanted to pretend she hadn't seen anything, to go back to her room and process it quietly.

But she couldn't.

She had to talk to her daughter.

Just as she was struggling with her emotions, Elora came upstairs. And now, here she was, sitting in her daughter's room.

Elora studied her mother's expression for a moment before saying, "Alright, Mom, stay here. I'm going to take a hot bath."

Mrs. Ormond simply nodded.

As Elora disappeared into the bathroom, her mother let out a deep sigh.

Now that she had calmed down and thought about it more clearly, she had to admit—damn it, Tatum and her daughter were a perfect match.

The thought unsettled her. She couldn't sit still.

over objects on the

gaze landed on the bedside table, where a large

Year, back

over, picked

in the photo radiated pure

weight of the family legacy hadn't yet fallen onto her young shoulders. She had still

that changed the moment she was pushed into the top position at such

unburdened smile had

Ormond often thought that if her firstborn had been a son, things would have been different. A

take over their businesses. Their daughters might help out, but they didn't carry the full weight of responsibility.

what they wanted, to

never had

the Ormond

in the next generation, but they were still too little to shoulder any responsibility. Instead of being heirs, they were the ones being protected by their older

she thought about it, the heavier the guilt

like a

hadn't given her daughter a brother to share the

husband hadn't been able

"Mom."