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“Hello, Mrs. Right.” “‘Oh, Max, I heard from Billie you were back in town, but I only just found out you and Liam are seeing each other. Of course, I haven’t seen you in years, but unless you’ve changed a great deal, you were like a second daughter to us when you lived next door.’” Maxima felt emotion swell in her chest. “Oh, Mrs. Right, I feel the same way. I mean, you were always so nice to me, exactly like a second mother.”

I broke into tears and thanked them. I noticed the way the advance lady was looking at me, it’s creepy, “Can I hug you and call you daughter?” She asked. “And who is she?” I inquired from Vera. “Oh she is one of my good clients, I am the only nurse she trusts to come to her home with another doctor, her name is Madam Silver Graham.” A pause . “I told her what I did and she used her influence to take you out of the hospital,so all thanks to her.”

"Oh, you're awake? Do you want me to heat up some dim sum for you?" "No, you eat." Arthur closed his eyes again.

"...Yes." Mrs. Cen nodded and smiled.

"I love you, Mrs. Elaine Henderson." Cannon mentally prayed and stilled himself for her response, his anxiety mounting the longer she remained silent....

It feels like this is where I need to be. I hope you are all well and that I hear from you soon. Best wishes Mary Dear Zerden, Thank you for your letter and congratulations on your promotion as well as your official engagement. I’m happy that your life is going as you have planed and wished for. I know how hard you have worked for your promotion.

she said, her hand outstretched with a big smile on her face. "I'm Clara, but I prefer you call me Mrs Rey" Clara retorted, standing up. The other party was being polite. Anyway, she saw no reason why she should be rude towards her instead. " I dare not call you by name." she immediately withdrew her hand. This was her uncle's most trusted secretary. Clara smiled back at her , the woman was smiling without any sigh of guilt. " What does Madam love doing? Going shopping, going on vacation, playing with friends, makeup, going to the movies, I meet with a lot of wealthy women in such places. "she suddenly said with a strong hint of sarcasm.

“Didn't you just say that ‘it doesn't belong to anyone until it's paid for’? If you can take what isn't yours using that logic, why can't I do the same?” “You...” Mrs. Chanel blushed, her trembling finger pointing at Helena's face, ready to launch into a tirade. But suddenly, her finger stopped in midair. The woman's angry expression turned to bewilderment. She narrowed her eyes, examining Helena's face, which wore little makeup outside of work. “Wait a minute...” the woman murmured. “Helena? Are you Helena Rodrigues?” As if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world, the woman dressed in Chanel pulled her companion by the arm, pointing at her shamelessly.

I sαid‚ nodding quickly while trying to keep my emotions together. She gαve me α smαll‚ kind smile αnd sαt bαck down. “I’m Mrs. Αmαndα. I’m the mαtron from the St. Gertrude’s Orphαnαge. Thαnk you for coming. Pleαse sit.”

Jay let out a tired groan on the other end. “Of course I will need her name.” I scratched my scalp, trying to think of something. Nothing came. When a nurse with a file in her grip stopped in front of me, I heaved. “I'm guessing you also need her name?” She shook her head. “We recognized her as a patient discharged earlier today.” “If you don't mind me asking what's her name?” “Jenna Pascal.” I gripped my phone tighter. “You hear that? Her name is Jenna Pascal. Get every detail you can of her and forward them to me.”