Cheryl Chew was pulled up by a man in black and sent back to the castle.
Lying on the bed, Cheryl Chew cried out loud. Finally, she picked up the phone and called Mrs. Shannon.
"Godmother..."
As soon as she spoke, that choked and sobbing voice frightened Mrs. Shannon.
"Fit, what's wrong?" Mrs. Shannon asked worriedly, her heart tightening at the sound of Cheryl Chew's crying.
"Godmother, I have an elder sister..."
Mrs. Shannon was shocked on the spot. She has an elder sister?
How could she have an elder sister?
"Fit, tell your godmother, who told you this?"
Cheryl Chew wiped away her tears and choked out, "I saw it myself. She looks a lot like me. She is an orphan and has suffered a lot since childhood... I took her hair for DNA identification, and we really are sisters."
Mrs. Shannon's eyes became complicated. She raised her hand, supporting her forehead, "Fit, stop crying. Godmother will come and find you to clear this up, okay?"
"Okay, godmother, I'll wait for you..."
