"Savannah..."
Joanne stood in the doorway with excitent and disbelief on her face, her voice shaking.
The girl sitting by the window looked just like her father at that age. She had grown up, but her eyes and eyebrows are still the sa as when she was a child.
Her own daughter was still alive.
Savannah wasn't allowing herself to feel excited. She stood up and said very politely, "Hello, Mrs. Rowe."
Joanne's face changed when she heard her call herself Mrs. Rowe. But she had no ti to care more; she was so happy to see her that she rushed up and held her daughter in her arms. A sob broke from her.
"Savannah, it's so good that you're not dead... I miss you so much..."
After she poured out her years of longing and pain to her daughter, she suddenly realized that sothing was wrong. Savannah, in her arms, had no reaction from the beginning. No tears, and even no words. Perhaps she was just unable to react?
Joanne wiped away her tears and sat down with her.
"I'm sorry, Savannah. Don't be nervous, okay?"
Savannah looked at the woman in front of her and said nothing. Did she really love her that much? If not, why did she burst into tears when her lost daughter was found? But if she loved her, why did she leave her that year?
"Savannah, I've heard Lionel say all these years about you, and I know your life is very hard alone. It's my fault. I didn't take care of you..." Her faded eyes turned red as she said, on the verge of tears again.
Lionel talked to Joanne about Savannah's experiences over the years before she ca here.
After the death of her father, she lived in an orphanage for so ti before being taken over by her uncle.
Her fiancé betrayed her, and she was with her fiancé's uncle after that. Three years ago, she gave birth to a child for that man, at such a young age.
Then she went to Italy and lived there for three years and had recently returned.
Joanne couldn't help feeling sad when she learned that her daughter had suffered so much in her early twenties. She should be an innocent, happy girl, just like Charlotte.
She also didn't expect that the man her stepdaughter admired was so deeply involved with her own daughter. Savannah had a child with that man, but Charlotte once committed suicide to stop their wedding ceremony… What a ss!
"I'm fine. Thank you for asking." Savannah said calmly, too calmly.
"Savannah, I heard Lionel say you're going to Italy soon? Don't go abroad, move to and live with . I want to make up for you. Let take care of you, okay?" Joanne said eagerly.
"You're Mrs. Rowe now, and I have nothing to do with the Rowe family. What would it be like if I move to live with you? I know I'm unwelco…"
"How could you be unwelco? Ethan's very open-minded. He knows that you are still alive, and he supports to et you. If you can co back to , Ethan will be very happy too!" Joanne seized her hand and said.
Ethan, Ethan. All she talked about was that man.
Savannah felt bad as she rembered her poor dead father.
Was there only her present husband in her mother's mind now?
Savannah pulled out her hand suddenly as if she touched sothing dirty.
"Savannah..." Joanne froze, noticing the disgust on her daughter's face.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rowe, but I didn't et you today to go back with you to be a daughter of the Rowe family. I just want to ask you one question."
Joanne's face glowed with disappointnt, but she kept her spirits up.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why did you leave dad and and never co back?" Savannah asked coldly.
"I'm sorry, Savannah... I'm so sorry…" Joanne sobbed, and it beca clear why her daughter treated her so indifferent. She wiped her eyes and gave a sigh.
"I have my difficulties..."
Savannah looked at her with an emotionless face.
"You know, I was brought up in an orphanage, with no relatives. When I grew up and left the orphanage, I t your father and fell in love with him, and then married him."
Savannah nodded silently.
"Actually, I'm not an orphan." Joanne took a breath.
"You're the daughter of the Morton family. The chairman of the group is your father." Savannah said calmly.
Joanne nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Yes. Actually, I'm from the Morton family. When I was five years old, I was abducted while I was playing with my nanny in a park, and then I was sold to a place far away from Chicago."
Savannah was shocked and opened her eyes wide.
"At that ti, I was too young, and I couldn't find a chance to ask for help from the police. At first, I was sold to a childless family in the countryside. Every ti I cried to go ho, I was beaten... After several years, I slipped out one day when my adoptive parents were not at ho. I was sent to the police station by a nice passer-by. However, I couldn't rember my parents' na and the address of my ho. I knew nothing but my own na. So, I could only be sent to the orphanage. I lived in the orphanage until I was eighteen and left... Then I t your father."
Joanne's pale face shone like a pearl when she ntioned Savannah's father.
"Those were the happiest days of my life. Your father gave a warm family again. I married him and then gave birth to you. Life was simple and good until one day, the Morton family found . It turned out that my father had not stopped looking for for more than 20 years. That day, my father held in his arms and cried bitterly when he learned that I had been abducted and experienced so much these years. He asked to go back to Chicago, but I didn't want to leave. I said I'd at least talk to your father and take you and your father together, but your grandfather refused. At last, they took away with a tranquilizer."
Savannah froze. Her grandpa forced her mom to leave? It wasn't her mom who wanted to go?
"After I was brought to Chicago, I wanted to go back to LA to look for you and your father every day. I could not imagine how sad you were when you found that I was missing. But your grandfather took away my mobile phone and grounded ."
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