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…”

boy, who had been quiet and calm since he was a baby, was crying so badly that his

eyes were filled with despair and emptiness. Tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably and her

He panicked, utterly so.

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

sorry! I shouldn’t have kept it a secret

look at me!

I won’t do

Nora’s eyes gradually regain focus and her rationality gradually

various eccentricities during the

Cherry had suddenly stopped playing games and started

a lot less and become a

for example, when Cherry spoke fluent Arabic downstairs just

a moment,

her eyes filled with confusion,

her waist. 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

him. “Where’s

 

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

hand with his own little hand and the two of

may be 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 victory? Hah, why doesn’t she try showing us a

white cane she was holding against the floor. “She’s your sister’s one and only

and ended up being rumored

a deep sigh. To be honest, everyone loved Nora’s mother deeply; that was why they were so upset with her. Sheena had been so

Sheena when

turned to see Nora

“It’s late, Nora. Where are the two of you

anxious, so he

a soulless puppet at the moment, so she

left the

anxiously, “What’s the matter? Did Nora leave? Was it because of Sheena? Sheena, get Nora back here! If she leaves, then you can forget about ever coming back here to

dumbfounded. Her sharp and fierce expression cracked, but she nevertheless curled her lip and scoffed, “She can leave if she wants to. I’d instead show more

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