He and Dalsy, although they shared the same blood, were even more unfamiliar than strangers.
When Arabella was tending to Daisy’s wound, tears dripped onto the back of her hand
Her heartfelt sour, and she hoarsely said, “It doesn’t hurt, Mom will help you find trouble with them.”
Tears fell more rapidly.
The reason why the daughter was crying was because she knew it for sure.
The indifference of Zackary hurt them more deeply than the pain of the wound.
But Arabella couldn’t explain, and she didn’t dare to explain.
Once spoken, her defense line would also collapse.
She could only grit her teeth and endure, bravely supporting the small sky of her daughter,
The wound was treated, and Arabella took an early vacation.
I arrived at the elevator with my daughter, and coincidentally, Zackary and Gina were waiting for the elevator, chatting and laughing.
At the sight of Arabella, Zackary’s expression was inscrutable.
Arabella stepped back, turned around, and walked towards the opposite staircase.
This is the Twentieth floor.
But for her, it was better than the suffocating torment of a few seconds in the elevator.
She walked down layer by layer, listening to the low laughter behind her resounding again.
Zackary didn’t even want to say a simple farewell
Daisy nestled in Arabella’s neck, whispering softly but firmly, “There were thirteen days left.”
Arabella’s eyes instantly became moist.
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The heart seemed to be mercilessly clenched by a
y a pair of large hands.
Why couldn’t such a well–behaved child even receive the simplest fatherly love?
“Mom, I’m sorry…..‘
If it weren’t for her stubbornness.
If it were not for her greed.
it weren’t for her….
Every year on her daughter’s birthday, Arabella would sit by the window, anxiously waiting for the person who would never appear. It tore her heart apart.
Countless times she pondered over it, but Daisy was like a ray of light in her life, her lifeline.
“Mom, don’tery.”
Daisy perceptively noticed and clumsily wiped away the tears that had unknowingly streamed down her face.
Timitated her and pressed my forehead against her, murmuring unclearly, “Daisy will always
be with you
As she descended to the next floor, Arabella’s heels were already covered in blood.
She walked out of the door, oblivious to the worried looks at the front desk.
“Is there a ghost in the elevator? Do we h
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we have to take the stairs instead of using the elevator?”
The sudden inquiry came from the left side without warning.
Arabella suddenly turned her head.
Zackary stood tall and composed, his face expressionless, as he glanced at her heels and said, “There’s no need to resort to these lowly tactics to catch
my attention.”
Her selflessness and tactfulness were considered insignificant in his eyes,
Not loving, everything was wrong
Arabella was unable to argue.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, “I know.”
Zackary was taken aback by her compliance and looked at her seriously.
And she had already turned around
“A few days later…”
