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.

in the fish tank

gaze wandered and stopped at the family photo hung

Ellie wore their brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled as if her heart was

over and was caught in

they were poor back then,

enough to put

said, laughing at himself, “I was so

“I looked fatter than you. Look at my short

Berry tied it

curved on her lips as she reminisced about the

tie my hair when I was young. After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she

Mommy,” Ellie answered in thrill, “She would try different braids

would always ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think

look at them when I come back.

that said, Ellie got off and went back to her room

get my cars and my