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.”

She held Loretta's hand

looked at Mila

smiled and said, "Grandma, come sit with me

shook her head. "I'm not mad at you anymore. You're always busy. You should be tired. Go rest in your room.

made Mila sad to see how carefully Loretta was still trying to

box of pastries that Phoebe had handed over, opened it, and smiled at Loretta. "I'm not tired. I want to be with

Mila picked up a pastry and held it up to Loretta's mouth. "Grandma, open up. Let me feed

granddaughter again, are you?" Mila was amused by Loretta's reaction. Yet, she felt a pang of melancholy after laughing. She had never treated Loretta as such. Mila assured her, "Grandma, I'm your granddaughter. I haven't changed. I've just become

a hard time believing it. Mira leaned into Loretta's ear and whispered, "Grandma,