Nora was as pale as a sheet.

She thought back to the day five years ago when she went into early labor…

She could remember very clearly that she was in a private clinic at that time. The white walls were peeling and it was very dim in the delivery room. There were only a doctor and a nurse, and they looked very unprofessional.

She laid on the cold delivery bed without even a shred of dignity.

She didn’t remember the pain of labor anymore. All she remembered was the restless little hand that peeked out of the blanket wrapped around her son when her father took him away.

It was so small… as though just the size of her finger.

She had wanted to get up and take her child back, but her belly started to act up again.

The amniotic fluid in her water bag was almost gone. If she halted the labor process, then the child who was still in her belly would suffocate to death…

Nora felt as if all the air in her chest had been sucked away and she couldn’t breathe.

She had chosen her daughter over her son!

 

Over the years, she had made countless phone calls to Henry and pleaded with him many times. However, he had never relented and told her anything. To be honest, she had vaguely already guessed as much deep down in her heart that…

Perhaps her son was already dead.

Otherwise, why would he still refuse to reveal the boy’s whereabouts after the Grays had agreed to annul the engagement? This was also the reason why she hadn’t immediately used a listening device on Henry when she returned to the States.

She was afraid of hearing a result that she didn’t want to hear.

She had ultimately still held a glimmer of hope.

She also knew very well that the reason why Cherry, a vain and pretentious little princess, had suddenly bought a lot of boys’ clothing and sometimes pretended to be a boy was actually to cheer her up and take away a bit of her pain when she missed her son.

She looked at her tearful daughter in front of her. When she heard what Pete said, she forced a smile and choked up as she said, “You don’t have to comfort me, Cherry…”

calm since he

Tears were rolling down her

He panicked, utterly so.

not lying! I’m Pete! I’m Peter Hunt, not Cherry! I’m

shouldn’t have

look at

was wrong. I won’t

and her rationality gradually

Cherry’s various eccentricities during the recent period of time started to

stopped playing games

example, Cherry would occasionally speak a lot less and

example, when Cherry spoke

became vague and surreal, and for a moment, Nora couldn’t tell

with

With his little face raised, he said, “My younger sister and I look exactly the same, but I grew up in New York. My name is Peter Hunt and my father is Justin

him.

 

believe him, Pete, who was afraid that his mother would return to that state

little hand and the

a child, but she sure talks big! Eight languages? She probably just learned a phrase so that she could brag to others, right? And, how dare she look down on Lena’s second-place

Mrs. Anderson slammed the white cane she was holding against the floor. “She’s your sister’s one

is my sister. But what about me?! If she hadn’t run away from home and ended up being rumored to have eloped, would the Andersons’ reputation have been

a deep sigh. To be honest, everyone loved Nora’s mother deeply; that was why they were

Sheena when she heard

see Nora and Cherry

“It’s late, Nora. Where are the

anxious, so he

a soulless puppet at the moment, so she didn’t

two left the living

anxiously, “What’s the matter? Did Nora leave? Was it because of Sheena? Sheena, get Nora back here! If she

and scoffed, “She can leave if she wants to. I’d instead show more admiration for her if she doesn’t rely

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