Chapter 412 Jumble Of Memories
“Don’t interfere in other people’s lives. Do you hear me?”
“Uncle,” Cherise sobbed.
Cherise wept uncontrollably, her eyes fixed on the man on the screen.
Memories of sitting on her uncle’s lap and begging him not to send her away flooded her mind.
“Silly girl,” her uncle had assured her, “I won’t have the heart to send you away.”
“Don’t forget that you begged me to keep you here.”
“Promise me you’ll never search for your biological parents.”
Cherise, who was seven at that time, nodded her head. “Alright.”
“You are the best, Uncle Shaw. I promise I won’t find them!”
Cherise’s tears streamed down her cheeks, her gaze fixed on Elvis’ face on the screen.
Uncle Shaw… is the best person I know.
But she didn’t feel like the best daughter.
She had never called him ‘Dad.’
But to her, he had always been her father.
The rain pounded the ground like a relentless drumbeat.
Cherise bolted out of Jack’s house and sprinted towards the Shaw family’s home.
She flung herself at the heavy metal door and clutched the lock; her vision blurred with tears.
“Also, Sky and Tay.”
“Plumkin.”
“I want to go home…”
Memories from the past flickered through Cherise’s mind, playing out like a film reel.
When Cherise was five, she tightly gripped Sky’s and Tay’s hands as they strolled through the garden.
Grandma chuckled softly as she rocked back and forth in her chair. “A kid trying to take care of a kid. What a big kiddo you are!”
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