The Wrong Woman

"Grandma, please don't think so. I was jealous when you were so good to the fake granddaughter. I really wanted to tell you back then that I was your granddaughter,” Mila said affectionately.

Loretta bit her lip and wept quietly, her body trembling.

"I didn't know whether my parents were alive or dead. I wanted to find out about them through the fake Sally. That's why I put up with it and didn't tell you the truth. It's all my fault. I'm sorry.”

Mila rubbed her cheek against Loretta's shoulder and it melted Loretta's heart.

Mila had always loved cuddling and being affectionate with Loretta when she was a little girl but had stopped when she turned six.

"Grandma, can you forgive me? Grandma, forgive me just this once. Will you?" Mila gently swung her hand.

Loretta felt even more guilty. She hung her head and sobbed, then wiped her tears with both hands and choked out, "I-I'm the one who should be apologizing.”

have to apologize.” Mila smiled brightly. She held Loretta's hand with one hand and

looked at

but she smiled and said, "Grandma, come sit with me in the living room. I brought your favorite pastries. Let's eat together, shall

you anymore. You're always busy.

sad to see how carefully Loretta was still trying to

hand and walked over to the couch. She took the box of pastries that Phoebe had handed over, opened it, and smiled at

Mila in surprise. Mila picked up a pastry and held it up

the pastry in disbelief before finally opening her mouth for a bite. She stared nervously into Mila's face and asked, "Y-You're not another fake granddaughter again, are you?" Mila was amused by Loretta's reaction. Yet,

and whispered, "Grandma, I remember the summer I was eight