Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children novel Chapter 971

Chapter 971

She looked to be about eight or nine years old, with long, black hair that reached her shoulders, a pink bow on her head, and serene, grape–like eyes.

She seemed unfazed by the surrounding comments. She remained calm and made no unnexessary expressions on her face. She looked to be only eight or nine years old, but her gaze belonged to a girl ten years older.

Adeena stared at her a bit longer, and the more she stared, the more she wanted to stay staring.

For some reason, this little girl seemed very familiar to her. But Adeena usually did not listen to piano music, and nor did she attend piano concertos. So she would not have encountered this little girl, but why did she seem so familiar?

“Young Lady Melody, please get in.” The bodyguards pulled open the car door and respectfully asked the young lady to get in.

The girl nodded. As she bent down and was about to get into the car, she suddenly froze.

She felt an intense gaze. People often stared at her, and she was usually the focus of their attention. She should have long since become accustomed to these kinds of stares... She slowly turned her head. Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed on a woman not far away.

When Adeena saw her cry and felt her hot tears fall on the back of her hands, her heart clenched in pain. She slowly said, “My name is Adeena. What about you, what‘s your name?

Adeena.

‘Her name is just like Mommy‘s. I can‘t possibly have mistaken her for someone else!‘ “I‘m Melody Winters... No, I‘m Melody Daugherty!” After her mommy disappeared, she and her brother changed their surnames. ‘Mommy still doesn‘t know that we changed our surnames...‘

‘I haven‘t seen Mommy in four years, and I‘ve gotten bigger, so I look different from before. Mommy probably doesn‘t recognize me because of that.’ The little girl stared at her with wide eyes. The cold look in her eyes faded away like a tide, and the depths of her eyes were filled with hope. Adeena smiled. “Your name has a pleasant ring to it. Melody. What a great name.” “You, you don‘t remember this name?” Melody‘s eyes grew wider. “It‘s me, Melody Daugherty, Mel! Mommy, I‘m your beloved daughter. Why don‘t you remember me?! I finally found you, Mommy...”