The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2205

"Wouldn't a girl like me be more likable?" Harriet propped her chin with her hand as she looked at the light in Munchkin's eyes.

What was with this flirtatiously, b*tchlike statement?

I really did not expect Harriet to have such a side. I thought she was the glamorous sort.

"You're as beautiful as Mommy, but Mommy won't go to other people's homes so casually."

Harriet was startled when Munchkin said this.

I hurriedly put on a smile. "I'm sorry. Children are ignorant and just say what they like. You wouldn't mind the words of a child, would you, Miss Osborn?"

With me saying this, she would not be able to save her face even if she did try to pick a fuss.

Harriet smiled sheepishly and nodded slightly, "Of course not. Munchkin, right? Your personality isn't really like Theo's. Looking closely, you actually don't really look like him either. Theo, don't you think so?"

Her words struck my heart. I did not intend to tell Harriet the truth. Theo gave her a side eye and said with displeasure, "It's time for you to leave, Miss Osborn."

She could hear Theo's displeasure. Harriet turned to look at me, and seeing my strange expression, she suddenly smiled. "Could I be right?"

"That's right. I'm not Daddy or Mommy's real child, but I know they love me!" Munchkin stood up with tears in his eyes and ran upstairs after leaving his last words. "Munchkin..."

Theo also stood up with his hands in his pockets. A sharp aura enveloped his body. "Miss Osborn, I think you should go."

Witnessing this scene, Harriet probably realized that it would not be appropriate for her to stay any longer. Seeing Theo's slightly angry expression, she wisely got up. "Okay, I'll go first. I have an advertisement to shoot after this. Lola, let's go." Harriet walked ahead. Lola bent slightly toward me and then looked at Theo again. "I'm sorry. Harriet doesn't usually do this. I'm sorry to have troubled you, President Grant." Then, she left the villa.

After they left, I looked at Theo. "Let me take a look at Munchkin."

I went to Munchkin's room, but he was not there. I lowered my head and pondered for a moment before going to the other two children's room.

The door was ajar, and faint sounds could be heard from inside.

"You guys need to grow up quickly. I do miss my parents sometimes, and I really want to know what they look like, but..."

A feeling of sadness rose from the

bottom of my heart, and my eyes were slightly wet. After calming myself down a little, I pushed the door in When Munchkin saw me, he raised his hand and wiped away his

tears. That made me even more

bitter.

I went to his side and cradled his fair and tender face, wiping away his remaining tears. "Munchkin, what's the matter?"

He sniffed and shook his head. "It's nothing, Mommy. I'll be fine in a while."

He was obviously sad but did not want others to worry about him.

This child was too sensible.

I smiled. "You've always been our child to us. You're no different from your younger siblings, do you understand?"

"Yes, of course, I know that. Daddy and Mommy love me very much." Although Munchkin's eyes were red, his tone was steady.

Touching his little head, I recalled

the

looked at Munchkin and asked net oof Cecilia in the room.

softly, "Do you want to see what your mom looked like, Munchkin?"

Hearing this, Munchkin nodded his head "I think so."

"Okay, I'll take you to have a look." Grabbing Munchkin's little hand, I led him to my room.

I had put the photo album in the

drawer and locked it to avoid thinking about all the sad things. It was a little dusty when I picked it up, but it was filled with memories...