Nora

Chapter 50:.

Nora was as pale as a sheet.

She thought back to the day when, five years earlier, she had gone into premature labor….

She could remember very clearly that at that time she was in a private clinic. The white walls were peeling and the delivery room was very dark. There was only one doctor and one nurse, their appearance was very unprofessional.

She lay on the cold delivery bed without a shred of dignity.

She no longer remembered the pain of labor. The only thing she remembered was the restless little hand peeking through the blanket that wrapped around her child when her father carried it away.

It was so small… as if it was the size of her finger.

She wanted to get up and take her son away, but her belly began to act up again.

The amniotic fluid in her bag of water was almost gone. If she stopped the birthing process, the child still in her womb would die of asphyxiation….

Nora felt as if all the air in her chest had been sucked out and she could not breathe.

She had chosen her daughter over her son.

Over the years, she had made countless phone calls to Henry and had pleaded with him many times. However, he had never relented or said anything to her. To be honest, she had already vaguely guessed deep down in her heart that….

Perhaps her son was already dead.

If not, why was he refusing to reveal the child’s whereabouts after the Greys had agreed to annul the engagement? This was also why she had not immediately used a listening device on Henry when she returned to the United States.

He was afraid of hearing a result he did not want to hear.

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Ultimately, he still held a glimmer of hope.

She also knew very well that the reason Cherry, a vain and pretentious little princess, had suddenly bought a lot of boy’s clothes and sometimes pretended to be a boy was actually to cheer her up and take some of the pain away when she missed her son.

She looked at her crying daughter in front of her. When she heard what Pete said, she forced a smile and choked up as she said, “You don’t have to comfort me, Cherry…”

Pete was very frightened. The boy, who had been quiet and calm since he was a baby, was crying so hard that his face was covered with tears.

Mom was as pale as a sheet, and her usually calm eyes were full of despair and emptiness. Tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably and her smile looked tragic. She looked as if she was going to collapse and pass out the next moment….

He panicked, totally.

He grabbed Nora’s hand and yelled, “Mom, I’m not lying! I’m Pete! I’m Peter Hunt, not Cherry! I’m not Cheryl Smith!”

“Mom, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have kept it a secret from you!”

“Mom, look at me! I’m Pete!”

“I was wrong. I won’t do it anymore… Sob…”

His shouting caused Nora’s eyes to gradually regain focus and her rationality to gradually return to her. She looked at Pete. “What… did you say?”

His statements seemed incredulous to her, however, Cherry’s various eccentricities over the last period of time began to surface in her mind.

For example, Cherry had suddenly stopped playing and had taken to reading.

For example, Cherry occasionally talked much less and became much quieter.

And, for example, when Cherry spoke fluent Arabic downstairs….

Everything in front of her became vague and surreal, for a moment, Nora couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality….

With her eyes full of confusion, she asked, “Really?”.

“Mommy, it’s true.” Pete wrapped his arms around her waist. With his little face upturned, he said, “My little sister and I look exactly alike, but I grew up in New York. My name is Peter Hunt and my father is Justin Hunt.”

Nora stared at him. “Where’s Cherry, then?”

Seeing that she didn’t seem to believe him, Pete, who feared his mother would return to that former state, gritted his teeth and said, “Mom, come with me!”

He grabbed Nora’s hand with his own little hand and the two of them went downstairs.

Downstairs, Sheena was still ranting, “She may be a child, but she speaks a lot! Eight languages? Surely she’s only learned a phrase so she can show off to others, right? And how dare she belittle Lena’s attainment of second place? Hah, why don’t you try showing us a third place then?”

“…That’s enough!” Elder Mrs. Anderson slammed the white cane she was holding on the ground. “She’s her sister’s only daughter! She’s poor enough…”

Suddenly, Sheena cried, “Aha, she’s a poor little thing, and so is my sister. But what about me? If she hadn’t run away from home and put an end to the rumor that she had eloped, would the Andersons’ reputation have been so terrible? My ex-fiancé wouldn’t have broken off our engagement either! How much ridicule we suffered because of him back then!”.

Melissa let out a deep sigh. To be honest, they all loved Nora’s mother deeply; that was why they were so upset with her. Sheena had been so proud of her sister back then….

She was about to comfort Sheena when she heard someone coming down the stairs.

She turned to see Nora and Cherry coming down.

He asked, “It’s late Nora, where are you two going?”.

Pete was very anxious, so he didn’t answer.

Nora was like a soulless puppet at the moment, so she didn’t answer either.

The two walked out of the room.

A look of confusion appeared on Melissa’s countenance. Mrs. Anderson, who couldn’t see, asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, is Nora gone, was it because of Sheena? Sheena, get Nora back here! If she leaves, you can forget about seeing me again!”.

Sheena, too, was dumbfounded. Her sharp, fierce expression cracked, but she still curved her lip and sneered, “She can leave if she wants to. On the other hand, I’d show more admiration for her if she wasn’t dependent on the Andersons.”

Melissa panicked. She said, “Sheena, Nora has never once said she intends to depend on us. She’s a doctor. She can support herself. If you don’t like her, then you can come less often in the future!”

After saying that, he went after Nora.

Unfortunately, by the time he got out, Nora had already started the car and disappeared from the porch in the blink of an eye.

In the car.

Little Pete sat in the passenger seat. With his seat belt fastened, he pointed the way with the help of his cell phone. “Turn right… Turn left at the third intersection…”

I knew Mom was scared and needed to see that there were two children to feel reassured.

She could no longer hide it.

Nora remained silent and drove in earnest.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a villa complex.

Security at the gates was tight and they refused to let them in, but as soon as the guard saw Pete, he immediately greeted him with respect. “Welcome, Mr. Hunt.”

‘Mr. Hunt…’

Nora, who had a stern look on her face, looked intently ahead.

She had already calmed down on the road. She also believed most of what Pete was saying, but the fear and panic of losing her son meant she had to see the two children in front of her with her own eyes before she could feel calm.

The guards gave them the all clear and she entered the villa complex.

“Mom, go to Villa No. 8.”

Nora obediently stopped the car at the entrance to Villa No. 8. She staggered out of the car and knocked on the door.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang. A few seconds later, someone opened the door. Cherry’s adorable little head peeked out and asked sweetly, “Who …. Mommy?”

Justin’s voice followed close behind. “Who’s at the door, Pete?”

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