"Give it to me. You may go out. By the way, Allah, I hope you don't convey my affairs casually, which will make me feel very unhappy! " Yu Ji looks back at Allah coldly, then takes the phone from her hand and returns to the desk by the window.

"Yes, miss. You can rest assured that Allah is not that talkative

Yu Ji looked at Allah's back, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She hated talkative people most. If she found out the truth, the consequences would be very serious.

"Hello, Mommy." Yu Ji's pleasant voice was transmitted through the microphone, but the cold expression on her face could not be seen by the people on the opposite side.

"Baby, when are you coming back? Mommy missed you."

"Miss me? Aren't you supposed to hurt your precious son? There's time to think about me Yu Ji scoffed at the woman's words.

As a child, she stood on the balcony alone, watching their mother and son so close in the garden. She was thinking, isn't that woman her own mother? If it is, why is he so indifferent to himself, even a word of concern is too lazy to say to her.

It is a luxury for them to go to school in such a capacity. However, why is her tutor so poor compared with that person. Why do people born in the same family differ so much?

As an adult, she came to America alone, and then met the man she wanted to follow all her life. But why is happiness so far away for her?

Since childhood, she is the princess that everyone envies. She has no idea how sad her life is.

"Anne, do you still hate Mommy? Mommy has a hard time... " Far away in a luxury villa in England, a middle-aged woman was holding a glass of red wine in her hand, pretending to be pitifully talking about something to the phone.

If Yu Ji was here, she would recognize that this noble looking woman was the mother she could call.

"Miss Catherine, are you in a play? Have you not understood what you've been doing wrong for so many years? "

Yu Ji closed her eyes painfully. She hated Catherine and the betrayal of her woman. She knew the secret by accident. Although Antonio looked like Catherine, she began to doubt whether Antonio was his father's own son when she found Prince Charles's adultery with his mother in her bedroom.

Later, she took Antonio's hair to do DNA, which surprised her. From then on, she never let Catherine touch her. She felt dirty. She did not look forward to that kind of maternal love any more, for her, this mother is not the same.

Her betrayal of her father was hard for her to accept, so she left England.

"Annie, Mommy is really like you." Catherine did not know that her daughter had already known about her, and she was still singing and performing well.

"That's enough. If you're talking about this, please don't call again. And if your people stay with me tomorrow, don't let me do anything. I believe Miss Catherine cherishes everything now Yu Ji angrily hung up the phone and threw it out of the window. As soon as Anla got to the door of the villa, she heard a splash in the swimming pool.

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