Ten million

Ms. Scott used to have a terrible reputation, and nobody wanted to marry her. She had no choice but to find herself a temporary husband.

They agreed this was only an act, but why did this man follow her around all day long?

"Honey, it's too cold tonight. I want to hold you while we sleep..."

After getting married, Ms. Scott was no longer bullied. In fact, the tables had turned. Those who bullied her had no choice but to apologize to her for what they did in the past.

Just as she sighed in relief and was prepared to get a divorce, he pulled her into his arms. "Honey, who else bullied you in the past? I'll deal with them. You can do whatever you want. I'll always support you. Don't worry.

"Hmm. I guess the divorce isn't going to work out.

There was also a child who wrapped his arms around her legs and called her Mommy.

Could anybody tell her when she gave birth to a child?

My Temporary Husband is Too Proud!

Mila Gray left just a small bedside lamp on, she tucked Bella Scott in, her eyes soft and affectionate as she looked at her daughter: "When you were little, you were so tiny, and whenever you were cold, you'd climb up to my bed. As you grew up, you didn't depend on me as much."


This was her daughter, probably the best thing that had ever happened in her life was having Bella, this sensible and well-behaved child.


"When I was little, I always got into trouble. Did Mom hate me?" Bella curiously asked.


"Yeah, I did. But what could I do? Even if I hated it, you were still my daughter."


Bella wasn't pleased by Mila's words: "Can't Mom just say you didn't hate me?"


Mila touched Bella's face: "My child, it's me who let you down. If I weren't so useless, you wouldn't have suffered so much at the Scotts'. That year, you were almost beaten to death by Tyshawn Scott..."


Mentioning that incident, Mila's eyes welled up with tears.


Chapter 971: The Death of Mila Gray (1)_1