Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1432

Chapter 1432

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Although it was daytime, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were almost tightly closed, and a few golden rays of light filtered into the house sporadically.

This is a family that would rather keep the lights on during the day.

Nor do they want to let the sun shine in.

It is as if they are used to living in a world where they cannot see the light.

This is Fair's home.

Fair's nanny, Sara, has been taking care of Fair's living and transportation to and from kindergarten.

Fair was bored at home during the weekend.

You can only play with yourself, or read a book to pass the time.

Because of this, she often played math puzzle games on her own and developed extraordinary numeracy skills.

"Bang." A sound.

It seems to be the sound of a door being opened.

Fair was reading a book when she heard a commotion downstairs, she looked up from her book and glanced down in confusion.

Sara yelled upstairs, "Fair, come downstairs. Your mom is back."

Fair froze, the book in his hand, fell to the ground.

Mom, a familiar and unfamiliar name.

She mentioned to Anderson that she actually had no memory of her mommy and couldn't recall the last time she saw her again, at all. Although her dad had shown her a picture, it always felt strange. Today, finally, I will meet her mother.

In her heart, she was both expectant and afraid.

Expecting because, what child does not expect their own mother, she especially wanted to ask in her heart, why she had always given her to Sara, never cared about her, was it because she did not like her, or what she did not do well?

I was afraid because I didn't feel real about the name mother and always felt strange.

She stood up trembling.

Walk carefully down from the second floor.

In the living room, a woman sat on top of a wheelchair. She was wearing a loose Japanese robe with pink cherry blossoms printed on it, and her long black hair was already above her waist, neatly combed, and only in the middle, lightly tied with a cherry blossom veil.

Her back, thin and soft, at the moment she is facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Open the curtains." She commanded.

"Yes, ma'am." Sara returned respectfully, then pressed the automatic window control.

All of a sudden, the infinite beautiful sunlight shining in, light gold will be everything around the body, are drenched with incomparable warmth.

Fair walked to the middle of the living room, looked at the wheelchair, and looked at her back.

The light was so strong that she felt a little blinding and reached out to block it.

The person in front of her is her mommy? Why is mommy in a wheelchair?

Fair wanted to call out to her mother, but hesitated. Never dare to shout out.

The woman in the wheelchair, gently turning the chair, turned around.

She was thin, with obvious bone structure and a slightly pale face.

The same beautiful as in the photo, black clarity round eyes, curved leafy eyebrows, a little red lips, with a delicate enamel doll like.

"Fair, it's Mommy." Athena showed a soft, sweet smile.

Fair was even more stunned.

This is her mommy?

Though missed for a long time, though seen the photos.

But standing in front of her in person, she had an even stronger sense of unfamiliarity. Had she seen it before? Why did it feel like she had never seen it before? Was it really her mommy?

She was unsure.

At this point, fear prevails and the heart has no expectations.

Sara nudged Fair, "What are you doing? Call your mommy."

Fair called out timidly, "Mommy."

"Mmm. Good girl, come here, give Mommy a hug." Athena smiled and beckoned, "Come over here."