She really liked little babies. When she was in the United States, she would always volunteer at welfare institutions whenever she had time. She even donated much of her income, 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 came from her womb, yet they shared no resemblance whatsoever.
Charlotte Miller's face was pale, and she hardly ate any breakfast. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital made her want to vomit.
