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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 116
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Cecelia was really completely shocked. They grew up at the sorphanage and Joyce was still confident and sunny. That's quite

something!

She recalled that Rachel from the orphanage had mentioned that there were two girls who entered the orphanage at the same

ttwenty years ago, so the DNA of the two girls was collected, and finally, it was Charlotte’s DNA that matched hers.

When she thought about their age, could it be that Joyce was the other girl Rachel talked about at the time?

She suddenly felt sorry for the girl in front of her. She really liked Joyce from the bottom of her heart.

They had similar personalities, and she could see her younger self when she was looking at Joyce.

Unfortunately, it's a shJoyce was not her daughter.

DNA could not be wrong.

Joyce saw Cecelia wandering off for a while.

She couldn't help but interrupt, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's nothing. What a coincidence! My daughter, was she a nice kid in the orphanage when she was little?" Cecelia asked in a

soft voice.

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"Of course, Charlotte grew up to be a good girl, talkative and pleasant, and the dean liked her a lot. Unlike me, | just kept getting

into trouble, and the dean had a big head when she saw me." As Joyce spoke, a bright smile spread across her lips.

"Is that so." Cecelia was really infected by her smile and spread a smile as well.

Charlotte has been forced to learn not to make people angry since she was a child. But Joyce, who grew up in the same

environment, was sunny and cheerful.

How she wished her daughter was as cheerful as Joyce, so she could be more like one of the Heaths.

But perhaps Charlotte had suffered a lot when she grew up so Charlotte's character had becso sensitive, careful, delicate, and

pathetic.

Alas, after all, she owed her daughter too much.

Thinking about this, Cecelia felt sad and melancholy.

Joyce felt that throughout today's meeting with Cecelia, surprisingly, Cecelia seemed to have been avoiding the main topic.

The two kept chatting happily.

Joyce thought about it and decided that sthings could not be solved by avoidance.

She said bluntly, "Auntie! What did you originally want to say towhen you chere today? | hope you can say it, no need to

worry. What happened just now, it's nothing to worry about."

Cecelia was really surprised by her initiative. She hesitated and took an envelope out of her bag and put it on the table.

Joyce froze, "Is it a check?"

Cecelia shook her head, "It's a letter of recommendation and a ticket." She paused, "You'll be graduating soon. She paused, "And

Mufron University of Technology, the world's top institution in your field. This is a letter of recommendation for you to get in there.

With my letter of recommendation, Doctor Smith will accept you. You can also apply for a full scholarship. You can change your

airline ticket to any tyou want. The choice is yours, | won't force it."

Joyce was quite surprised by the letter of recommendation. She thought that the rich families were all dealing with such situations

with money, and she was mentally prepared for that.

Little did she know that Cecelia would actually use the opportunity to study abroad in exchange for her daughter's happiness.

Ultimately, Cecelia was just different from the others.

Joyce also had to admit, that she found the offer quite tempting.

Naturally, she had heard of Doctor Smith, the Nobel Prize winner. Such an opportunity was just too rare.

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After she finished with this side of the business, she was free of worries.

Just as she reached out her hand, she was about to touch the letter on the table.

Suddenly, Luther pushed in the door.

He stepped forward quickly and caught a glimpse of the envelope on the table.

He stepped forward and pressed Joyce's already outstretched hand firmly on the table, preventing her from reaching for the letter.

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