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.

was still a bunch of Alocasia on the table. The goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on

the family photo hung in the living

brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled as if

Fifi happened to fly over and was caught in

back then,

from the photo was enough to put a smile on anyone

said, laughing at

“I looked fatter than you. Look

it for you,” Charlotte

smile curved on her lips as

was young. After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she could experiment on you

thrill, “She would try different braids

caressed Ellie’s head tenderly. “You would always ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think we

them when I come back. Let me go get

got off and went back to her

my cars and