"Mom, if you don't want to go to West Grove, just don't. It doesn't matter where I am, I'll live my life." Bella Scott yawned, her words slurred with drowsiness.
"Child, West Grove is where you should be…" Mila Gray gently patted Bella's back.
Bella didn't respond. She looked down and saw that the girl had fallen asleep just like that.
She was still as carefree as when she was a child, even after all the hardships she had been through, she remained as sensible and obedient as before. No matter how big the difficulty, she could solve the problem by herself.
The next day, Bella woke up naturally and saw Mila bustling about after washing up. She thought this was the warmth and charm of home.
"Mom, I'll move back. This is our home now, and I want to be with you." What Bella didn't say was that she was a little worried about Anabelle Martin's counterattack.
Although she trusted Mikel, she still wanted to spend as much time as possible with Mila.
