Chapter 555 Although Tiffany had done many unacceptable things to the Jordan family, she was still the daughter Joey had raised, her favorite child for the past 23 years. Even though she hated her, and however much she hated her, hearing about her death would still upset Joey as she felt worried instinctively. Charmine glanced at Joey and looked away coldly. âKeep searching,â ordered Charmine. âI want to see her, dead or alive.â
âYes, Boss.â Kay hung up.
Charmine tossed the phone aside and said to Joey, âGet out.â Joey snapped out of her thoughts and she instantly explained, âI wasnât thinking of anything else, Charmine, I was just...worried out of instinct. I know that after what she had done to you, itâs not a pity even if sheâs dead, but... Iâm just too soft-hearted. Why did I even feel worried? Donât worry: Even if sheâs dead, I wonât blame you. If she isnât dead and comes back, Iâll beat some sense into her for you. I wonât forgive her for the things she had done to you,â spoke Joey with words cautious and concerned, scared to offend Charmine. âIâm just trying to rest,â snapped Charmine.
âPlease go back.â
With that, she shut her eyes.
Joey still wanted to say something, but looking at Charmineâs face, she helplessly placed down the rose tea on the table and left the room.
After hearing the door closed, Charmineâs closed eyes darkened. Charmine was not petty; she just could not help recalling the things that happened in the past. Even when she was sent to Africa, put to jail, or anything of sorts happened to her, Joey showed not a single moment of concern for her.
If it was her who fell into the sea, the Joey in the past would clap her hands and say, âNice fall! Beautiful death! An adopted daughter like her should be dead! Thank goodness!â Tiffany? Tiffany plotted against her assets, slept with Julian, slept with Oliver, and even put the Jordan family in danger, yet Joey was still worried about Tiffany? Yes, it was out of instinct. After all, she was the daughter she had nurtured for 23 years. Therefore, Charmine could not blame Joey. She did not blame Joey, even-she was merely pitying herself. The night grew darker and darker... Knock, knock, knock! Gentle knocks were heard and Charmine, who was resting with her eyes closed, opened her eyes instantly Those knocks did not come from her door. It was Knock, knock, knock! The gentle knockings were heard again. Charmine looked over accordingly to the source of the sound and saw that behind the window were two puffy hands grabbing onto the frame. A small head stretched outward from below. It was Chris!
Chris was hanging outside the window!
Charmine jumped up and ran toward the window. She opened it and held Chrisâ small hands to bring him in hastily. Chris jumped into her arms, his small hands hooked around her neck. âMommy! Mommy! I finally get to see you!â Charmine frowned. âHow did you get here? Why did you climb the window?â It was ridiculously dangerous! What if he fell off?! This was the second floor, about ten meters above ground-level. Chris looked at Charmine with his dewy eyes. âMommy has forgotten about Momo. Waa...
Mommy promised to meet Momo and Daddy once a day, but Mommy didnât call Momo!â His lips were extended into a pout as he spoke, his tears ready to fall down his cheeks.