He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 33
That afternoon, I went back to the hospital to stay with my mother.
She was in better spirits and managed to drink half a bowl of soup.
She didn’t mention Ophelia or ask about Luca. She just held my hand and talked about when I was little.
At five, I climbed the magnolia tree and broke my arm. At seven, I brought home a stray cat and got both hands clawed. At twelve, I secretly bought a dress because I wanted Luca to see me in it, only to realize I’d bought the wrong size and lock myself in my room in a fury.
“Mom,” I cut in, “how do you remember all that?”
She smiled, a little warmth coloring her pale face.
“You’re my daughter. Of course I remember.”
Outside the window, the sky slowly darkened.