She really liked little babies. When she was in the United States, she would always volunteer at welfare institutions whenever she had ti. She even donated much of her inco, adding new clothes and toys for the children each year. It’s as if these children were little angels. But just because Luna Miller wasn’t in a good mood, she sent one of the little angels back to Heaven’s Realm. This feeling was too cruel.
Freya Morgon couldn’t handle the shock even more, leaning against the wall, trying hard not to collapse.
"Her impulsive and reckless nature will eventually be her own demise." Closing her eyes, Freya Morgon murmured, wondering why Luna Miller and Charlotte Miller shared no resemblance at all.
They both ca from her womb, yet they shared no resemblance whatsoever.
Charlotte Miller’s face was pale, and she hardly ate any breakfast. The sll of disinfectant in the hospital made her want to vomit.
"Can the family first pay a deposit?" Seeing a relative arrive, the nurse held a stack of papers. Charlotte Miller took them and softly said, "I’ll pay them, where should I pay these?"
"There’s a paynt office on the third floor. You can pay there." The nurse glanced at Charlotte Miller. This girl was indeed beautiful. Nowadays, girls can almost only be described as pretty, but beauty is the highest form of prettiness, encompassing all details, not just appearance, but also charm and deanor.
"Thank you..." Charlotte Miller’s feet felt as though they were floating as she walked toward the elevator, entered, and pressed the button for the third floor. Inside the elevator were two nurses engaged in a heated conversation.
"Did you just see that super handso family mber of the patient?"
"Must be her boyfriend."
"I noticed that he signed on the family mber’s signature sheet. His handwriting is as attractive as he is."
"Quick, tell , what’s his na? Ah, such a handso boyfriend, surely couldn’t hold onto him, that’s why she committed suicide..."
"Atlas Hallow, his na is Atlas Hallow..."
"This na sounds familiar..."
Charlotte Miller’s mind was buzzing; she didn’t know if she was hallucinating. Did she really hear the na Atlas Hallow?
Her fingernails dug hard into her tender palm, causing her to shiver from the pain.
It seems to be real. She felt pain, which confird that she had just heard Atlas Hallow’s na.
Family mber?
Did sothing happen to the Hallow Family?
The Hallow Family doesn’t seem like the kind to have soone who would commit suicide, right?
Even a clear mind gets chaotic when everything happens at once.
She held the paper as she queued at the paynt office, moving with the flow of people like a quiet mannequin.
After paying, she ascended like a wandering soul in the elevator, arriving outside the operating room.
She wanted to see, even if just for a mont, to see who caused Atlas Hallow to leave on such a morning. Back then, his temperature and breath were scorching, emotions evident, as if passion was about to ignite. Yet a phone call cooled all her enthusiasm, and he left, rely saying he had sothing to do.
Was her attraction to him solely physical?
"Charlotte, don’t worry too much; Luna will be alright. The master once said that although her fate is unpredictable, she is not destined to die young." Luna was nad after the master’s words; her life would be tumultuous but would calm in old age, indicating she wouldn’t just die like that.
Why do both of her daughters experience this? Did the Miller Family ancestors commit so wrongdoing that caused both her daughters to endure so much suffering?
"Luna will definitely be fine..." Charlotte Miller closed her eyes, enduring wave after wave of anguish and sorrow. She had never felt so weak, afraid to look, for fear of seeing sothing.
Afraid of discovering that man’s secret, afraid that this secret would henceforth lead her to live in humility and pain.
Perhaps the most tornting thing in the world is waiting outside the operating room. Every slight movent could make one’s heart race, ticking by second after second amidst the fluctuations of one’s heartbeat, until the door of the operating room opened.
This was a major surgery, taking nearly seven hours before the doctor erged. Charlotte Miller already knew the prognosis wouldn’t be optimistic.
"Doctor, how is my sister?" She was the first to approach, her voice trembling like the lant of a bird...
From birth, perhaps this mont was the most chaotic for Charlotte Miller?
Even then, when she rushed back to the country unprepared and married Atlas Hallow, she hadn’t felt this chaotic.
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