Cecelia stood in front of the Heath residence, more hesitant than ever.
It took quite a while before she set foot in the house.
The heat lamp in the house was still on, and the yellowish light cthrough. The dim brightness, however, made the night even
darker.
She leaned against the side of the car, staring at the ground motionlessly.
After a long time, her legs felt a little numb.
She pondered how she should ask Charlotte about it.
For more than four years, she had been reveling in the joy of getting her child back, and she had been doing her best to make up
for the love she had failed to provide Charlotte with as a mother.
She had never doubted it, but now she couldn't hold back the wild ideas that were swirling in her heart.
But meanwhile, she was deeply worried.
How could she hurt her child again, exactly twenty years after she lost her, if everything was just her imagination?
She had to weigh the pros and cons.
She had to be cautious.
At that moment, Charlotte pushed open the door and cout.
She had only cout to take a bag of trash out. This afternoon, she tidied up her room and threw away all the things she didn't
want, things that had to do with the past.
When she went out, she saw that Cecelia's car had returned and was parked under the tree.
It was strange. Since the car was there, where was Cecelia?
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was shrouded entirely in the shadow of a large tree, and she was unable to see her expression.
"Mom. You're back? Why don't you cin?" Charlotte called out tenderly.
Cecelia heard the shout and shuddered, and she immediately cback to her senses.
When she saw Charlotte approaching, she deliberately took out her cell phone and pretended she was on the phone.
"Okay, let's do that for now. | need to go, bye."
Then, she pretended to hang up the phone herself.
Turning back around, she said to Charlotte, "Oh, a little business just now. I'll get in after the call."
After saying that, a soft smile appeared on her lips.
"Mom." Charlotte took small steps forward and put her arm around Cecelia affectionately, resting her head on Cecelia's arm and
rubbing it tenderly, "Let's go inside. It's cold outside, and look at you, your fingers are cold."
Charlotte tugged Cecelia toward the house.
She took Cecelia's cold hand and covered it in her own palm to help warm her up.
The thoughtful action gave Cecelia's originally cold body a trace of warmth, and she even regretted it a little. Why should she
suspect Charlotte? Obviously, Charlotte was so good to her.
Over the years, Charlotte had becoverly dependent on her, not that she hadn't felt it.
Charlotte could not enjoy the love of a mother since childhood and was extraordinarily attached to her. If she really got it wrong
back then, she could not bear to think that Charlotte would lose her mother again in the future.
Charlotte dragged Cecelia into the house. She carefully watched Cecelia's face and found nothing unusual.
Cecelia had always been so calm and steady, and she simply would not show anything on her face no matter what happened.
It was difficult for an average person to detect the change in her mind.
Once they got in, it was warm inside and Cecelia took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack.
"Have you eaten your meal?" Cecelia asked with concern as she walked into the kitchen and looked around.
"l ate them, and | can't eat too much. | don't have much appetite and | always want to throw up." Charlotte gently stroked her
belly, "This baby is quite capable of givinga hard time. I've already thrown up twice today."
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