Mrs. Goldman listened to this and couldn’t help feeling emotional as well, "You still haven’t let go? It’s been so long, and things have co to this point."
Monica Usher smiled bitterly, "Never picked it up, so how could I let it go?"
She finally understood her position, shook her head, and smiled wryly, "Between Justin Kingston and , it’s always been a one-sided pursuit on my part, a delusion of unrequited love."
"He hasn’t even...he hasn’t even looked at for a second," Monica Usher murmured, "But I just love him, even if I’m pregnant with soone else’s child, even if he has a perfect family, I still feel unsatisfied."
"Sigh!" As a fellow woman, Mrs. Goldman didn’t know how to console her.
Monica Usher said, "I even often think, how wonderful it would be if this child were Justin’s? Even if I were cast aside for life, I would be content."
"Ms. Usher, so things cannot be forced, especially feelings," Mrs. Goldman comforted her, "It’s getting late, don’t think about anything, just get so rest."
Compared to the joyful reunions in other hos tonight, this loneliness would surely make her feel worse.
"Mrs. Goldman, I want to eat a mooncake." Monica Usher looked up at her and softly asked, "Can you make one for with your own hands tomorrow?"
She wanted to feel what it’s like to be valued.
Mrs. Goldman nodded kindly, "Sure, what kind of filling do you like?"
"Anything." Monica Usher’s eyes brimd with a mist of tears, "As long as you make it, I’ll be satisfied."
And Mrs. Goldman seed to understand how lonely she felt at this mont.
Monica Usher got up, "Goodnight." She then walked upstairs.
"Goodnight." Mrs. Goldman watched her back, seeing her securely holding the railing, each step she took was steady.
Knowing how important this child was to her, she wouldn’t do anything foolish, she would take care of herself.
She went upstairs, back to her bedroom.
The bright moon outside the window caught her eye, and the room was filled with silvery moonlight.
Monica Usher couldn’t help but think of Justin Kingston’s strikingly handso face again, longing began to overflow on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
She regretted not seeing him just now.
She couldn’t resist taking out her phone, going online to check news about him, wanting to see his photos, and learn about his recent whereabouts.
This little investigation shocked her!
Mia Lane had another na, Stella Dalton? She’s actually the biological daughter of David Dalton, the president of The Dalton Group!
What extraordinary events had transpired during this ti?
As Monica Usher kept scrolling, she also discovered the background and outco of Sean Dalton.
The forr top movie star turned out to be just an adopted daughter of the Dalton family? Now lying unrecognizably in the hospital... almost beaten to death by her mother’s hired thugs?
Mistaken identity?
Originally intended to beat Mia Lane?
"Oh my God, is Mia Lane a jinx?" Monica Usher was shocked, "She really spreads like a plague!"
"This nice Dalton family has been torn apart by her."
Although she cursed Mia Lane, she was very envious in her heart.
She thought Mia was just a village woman, but turned out to be the real Dalton family heiress... Mrs. Kingston, Miss Dalton, Group Vice President...
How could her life be so good?
anwhile, in the hospital at night.
Most patients had family mbers accompanying them, the festive atmosphere added a touch.
Sean Dalton’s room was empty and dead silent.
She lay on the bed, wrapped in bandages, still unconscious.
The door opened, and two doctors ca in for rounds, unable to help feeling sorry for her—
"She was actually beaten up by her own mother, sigh."
"All her shows are off the shelves, and President Dalton has severed ties with her, probably won’t co to the hospital to see her again."
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