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Please Take Me Home Daddy (by Mona Surrey) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

At the Smith residence, a woman was suddenly shocked awake, and she sat on the bed, gasping for breath.

Antonio came straight to her, sat by the bed, and asked with concern, Winnie, did you have a nightmare again?

Winnie’s vision went black. After a long while, with sweat on her forehead, she looked at Antonio and exclaimed, Antonio, I dreamed of Lilian! I dreamed that she was trapped in the swamp, but I couldn’t pull her up. I could only watch her be buried alive! Did something happen

to her?

Antonio’s heart skipped a beat, and he calmly wiped her tears, comforting her. What are you talking about? Lilian has already been released from prison, and nobody knows where she went. Don’t worry about her. Do not forget the reason why you lost one of your kidneys.

Winnie grabbed his arm eagerly. No, Lilian saved me. She didn’t want to kill me! That man framed her. She really did save me, Antoniol She was just ashamed of me, so she took the fall. I’ve said it for so many years. Please believe me! Help me get her back!

Antonio sighed helplessly, held her hand, and said, Winnie, Lilian confessed to the crime at that time. She wanted to kill you, and the evidence was conclusive. I know you’re kind, but even if she is your sister, she doesn’t really regard you as her big sister, understand?

The anticipation in Winnie’s eyes slowly faded. She let go of him and lowered her head in disappointment.

Antonio got up and said, I’ll get you some water.”

Winnie fell silent for a while and suddenly said, I remember that you had a child with LilianDid she give birth to the baby?

Antonio stopped in his tracks and frowned, I already gave her money to have an abortion. How could she deliver the baby?

As if he was trying his best to get rid of the stain, he said in an irritable tone, Don’t mention it again.

Winnie looked at his back blankly and didn’t speak anymore. She got her phone and made a call.

The number you dialed is not in service. Please check the number and try again.

She frowned and sent several Instagram direct messages to Lilian: [Lilian, are you still in prison? Have you gotten out? Back then, you said you didn’t want to have an abortion. Where are you now? What kind of life are you living? I want to meet you.]

[Don’t worry. I have no other intentions. If you encounter difficulties in your life, you can come to me or give me your account number if you don’t want to talk to me. I want to give you some living expenses and let you live a good life.]

[You must be very tired as a single mother.]

[I’m worried about you.]

The messages were sent out, but she did not receive any response.

Winnie closed her eyes, and she had a splitting headache.

After Lilian went to prison, her headaches kept getting worse.

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Closing her eyes, she could still remember the shorthaired Lilian wearing a prison uniform and facing her through the glass as she said, Winnie, I’ve been sentenced to life imprisonment in their hearts. So, is there a difference whether I’m innocent or not?.

Lilian’s Instagram profile picture was still the photo of her holding the trophy that ranked first in equestrianism while standing together with

Winnie.

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The first post was the view of Winnie’s back in a wedding dress, preparing to walk down the aisle,

Antonio could vaguely be seen on the stage.

The caption was: [My sister is getting married, and the iman she married is the dream man I have liked for a dozen years, I feel like crying it not because of that man but because my sister is married. That jerk must let my sister be happy!}

She felt her nose sting, and her head hurt like it would explode. She hurriedly quit Instagram and checked with other software to divert her attention.

However, the trending search caught her attention.

She clicked in, and Laura, who was looking at the camera with tears, instantly caught her attention.

Huh? This kidHow could she look so alike!

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