Just like with the matter of her daughter, under normal circumstances, she only remembered that she had once given birth to a child.
"Clover, I don't know if in this lifetime, I can wait until you untie that knot in your heart? Maybe only after it's untied will you really notice me." Mr. May murmured, showing a bitter smile at the corner of his lips.
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Jeremiah May didn't sleep well all night, inexplicably he kept thinking of that little one being forced to kneel by her mother, yet refusing to kneel.
That rare defiant look even made him wonder if she was really a fool.
Jeremiah shook his head, even if she wasn't a fool, so what, it had nothing to do with him.
But he still couldn't help but walk towards the courtyard, in his memory, he had seen the little one there several times.
At this moment in the courtyard, Mireille Yowell was operating a remote-controlled airplane, and several children of the servants surrounded her, seemingly curious about the plane.
