His own little sweetheart

Chapter 815, Will meet again after all 3
Anderson nodded with a smile, "That's right."

U.K……

Thinking of England, Sweetheart couldn't help but think of that annoying woman.

The subconscious in the heart is rejection.

"I'm not going."

"Honey, you have to go. It only makes sense that you have to go in person." Anderson said, taking out a yellowed diary and handing it over, "Look at this first."

Sweetheart took it and looked at him suspiciously, "What is this?"

Anderson put his hand on his chin, his face was deep and charming, and his mature and steady voice rippling in the study, "I found this by accident a few days ago, your mother's diary."

"Mom's... diary?" Sweetheart was slightly taken aback.

She subconsciously glanced at the photo frame on Daddy's desk.

In the photo, it was a woman with long curly hair and a gentle smile for the camera.

That's my mother.

Although I have never met...but maybe it is really a wonderful existence of blood relationship, and I really like my mother.

And this... is Mom's diary.

Sweetheart's small hand stroked the cover of the diary, and then slowly opened a page.

The diary records many stories that happened when Mommy and Daddy first met.

Like a storybook.

Until... I turned to the last few pages.

The delicate handwriting seems to contain a hint of helplessness: I went to sell the "Hope" sapphire today. It was bought by a British businessman. He liked my "Hope" very much, although he was a bit reluctant, because "Hope" "It is my favorite necklace, and it is the ancestral necklace of our palace family... But for the sake of life, for my dearest child, I had to redeem it... Mom and Dad, please don't blame me, I am everything For my own children...

Sweetheart pursed her lips, she didn't know why, it was just a few lines, but she could still see how desperate her mother was at that time.

She raised her eyes and looked at Anderson, "Where were you when my mommy was in such a mess?"

Anderson sighed, "Honey, haven't we discussed this issue before, huh?"

Everything, in the final analysis, is four words, involuntary.

Love has always been a superstition of the right time and place. When you meet the right person at the wrong place at the wrong time, you can't escape a wrong ending...

Sweetheart lowered her eyes. She didn't know why, but when she looked at her mother's diary, her heart felt blocked.

"Son, this sapphire——hope, was bought by a British businessman more than ten years ago. Now this businessman wants to sell it, and he has organized a small auction. Baby, you go to England in person and sell your mother's hope Redeem it again, okay?"

Sweetheart's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she closed the diary, "Okay, I will definitely bring hope back."

Anderson nodded in relief, and looked at the photo of Gong Xiakui on his desk with tenderness in his eyes.

"Daddy, I want to take this diary back and have a look." Sweetheart raised the diary in her hand.

"Be careful, don't break it."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely more careful than you." Because this is the only diary left by my mother.

With that said, Sweetheart stood up, "I'm going back to pack my luggage and go to England."

(End of this chapter)