Chapter 973
Originally, Camilla thought about asking her family member, but then she remembered the rumors about Angela not having a mom, so she kept quiet.
Angela stared at her. "Mommy, are you from Brussville?"
Camilla gave a helpless smile. "Just call me Camilla. I don't have a daughter your age."
Angela's eyes almost filled with tears.
Camilla looked a lot like her mom, but there were some differences when she looked closer.
Angela couldn't mistake her mom.
"You are my Mommy," Angela insisted, tears welling up. "Daddy's been looking for you for four years. Where have you been?"
Camilla was shocked. "Your mom disappeared four years ago?"
Angela nodded. "Mommy left in the middle of the night and never came back. Don't you remember?"
What seemed like an ordinary night had turned into a nightmare the Winston family never wanted to talk about.
"I only remember the past three years," Camilla said gently. "But I'm sure I don't have a daughter your age."
Her child should be around three or four, living somewhere in the world. Thinking of her child made Camilla tear up.
Angela was stunned. Her mom had lost her memory! No wonder she didn't recognize her.
Angela clutched Camilla's hand tightly, her voice shaking. "Mommy, you are my Mommy."
Camilla's heart softened. She didn't correct Angela but asked softly, "How old are you?"
"I'll be nine in a few months," Angela said, staring at her. "Mommy, will you come back with me?"
Camilla pulled her hand away.
Angela thought she was going to leave again and grabbed her hand, accidentally knocking over the pasta on the table.
The pasta, covered in sauce, spilled all over Camilla's white dress.
Angela froze. Memories from four years ago flashed in her mind.
Owen had stepped on Haley's shoes and knocked over a cake, dirtying Haley's clothes. Haley had gotten really angry then!
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" Angela apologized frantically. "I'll clean it up right away."
She grabbed some napkins, her hands trembling as she tried to clean Camilla's dress.
"It's just a stain. It's okay," Camilla said, helping her up. "I'll change later. Don't be scared. I won't get mad."
Angela's lips trembled. "Mommy, you really don't blame me?"
"It's just a dirty dress. Why would I blame you?" Camilla said, pressing Angela to sit down. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Eat up."
Angela sat there, stunned.
Her last memory of her mom was of someone with a bad temper, who got furious over the smallest things.
She remembered the night Haley disappeared. She had a nightmare. While sleepwalking, Haley stood by Owen's bed with a fruit knife. Just a hair's breadth away, and Owen could have been hurt.
Back then, Haley was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. The four kids lived in constant fear.