Today, the Heath family celebrated the recovery of their daughter with a feast.
Everybody was looking forward to seeing the warlord's descendant.
The lights focused on the top of the revolving staircase and the media swarmed up.
The flashing lights were staggered and blindingly dazzling.
With the flowers, applause and music, a woman in a white princess dress slowly walked down, covered with fine diamonds as the glitter of stars.
Fine eyebrows and almond eyes. Bright and charming.
The daughter was none other than Charlotte.
Luther was both surprised and shocked that Charlotte was the long-lost daughter of the Capitalthe Heath family.
The granddaughter of the military general, the daughter of the general. She was indeed the descendant of the warlord.
Joyce was also surprised that she hadn't seen Charlotte at school for a while, and she remembered that the orphanage's director Rachel had called them to identify their relatives and left their hair and nails for DNA tests.
Little did she know that it would be Charlotte who would find her family.
Cecelia. The identity of her father Ralph was too special
She was extremely shocked that Cecelia had indescribable temperament. She was more than beautiful, gentle, noble, truly a lady from the
she could not help but take
the status and glory added to her body that she never dared to imagine. She became a
on, she, Charlotte, was also
thing as long as it
have imagined that all should
Including ......
lovingly at Luther with the
too, will be
and more people who walked
holding fell to the ground. She reached out to
passed by and leaned down to pick it up. She walked through the crowd and handed it to Joyce with smile. There was no haughty manner
other. There seemed to be
What a healing smile.
to radiate maternal kindness all over her
moment she felt uncomfortable. She had never met her parents, and
said Joyce. Unfortunately she was already pushed