Selma Payne's POV:
I looked at my mother's face. We were really similar, and I couldn't help but sigh at the importance of blood relations. I would look like my mother when I was old, but unfortunately, I probably wouldn't be as gentle and elegant as my mother.
My mother sat in the room and chatted with me for a while. This was what she always did after I was found. I knew she was always trying to make up for our lost time. I was very touched and enjoyed the feeling of being valued.
"Alright, you should go to sleep. You need to rest well and face tomorrow with plenty of energy." My mother finally told me to rest when I yawned for the twelfth time.
I needed to sleep to force myself to forget what I was going to face tomorrow temporarily.
Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but I slept deeply and got up early the next day.
