Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

She had yet reached the house, but hearing the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry was enough to bring Charlotte to tears.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” Ellie said, putting her small hands around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry will be watching over us from heaven.”

Charlotte nodded and planted a kiss on the girl’s forehead as they walked into the house.

Everything still looked the same.

were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to the

gaze wandered and stopped at the family photo hung in the

Jamie, and Ellie wore their brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was

and was caught

were poor back then, they were

to put a smile on anyone

Jamie said, laughing at himself, “I was so

at the picture. “I looked fatter than you.

tied it

warm smile curved on her lips as she reminisced about

other cute ways of tying

Ellie answered in thrill, “She would try different

“You would always ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think we still have those photos

look at them when I

off and went back to her room to fetch the

my