All Chapters of Lies of a Pregnant Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 143

Francis pounded on his parents’ bedroom door.Mom, open the door!A moment later, the door was yanked open.Preston stood there in a deep blue robe, his eyes dark enough to spill frost.Francis, what the hell are you doing at this hour?Seeing his father’s perpetual stern face and hearing the scolding the second he opened his mouth made Francis’ temper spike.What hour? It’s only eleven. He slipped right past Preston into the room.You brat! All your manners been eaten by dogs?Preston grabbed the back of his collar with a sharp tug.In the scuffle, his gaze caught the shadowy edge of a tattoo peeking out from Francis’ neckline.His pupils shrank.You got another tattoo?None of your business! Francis jerked free.How is it not my business? A body is a gift from your parents, Preston hissed.Francis was about to shoot back when the bedroom lights flicked on.F

Charlotte’s lips trembled. Her vision blurred with tears, yet she didn’t dare blink.She stared at Sophia with a feverish intensity, as if trying to carve every detail of her into memory.Those brows, those eyes, that nose — they overlapped perfectly with the infant she lost twenty-three years ago.Iris… my Iris… Mommy is here…Her choked voice broke apart, tears spilling down her face.Her hand lifted toward Sophia, but hovered midair, trembling, waiting desperately for a response.Sophia stood there motionless, staring straight at the elegant woman in front of her, unable to react at all.Last night she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.She had planned her expressions, her tone, when to sound sad, when to choke up just enough.She thought she would perform flawlessly like she always did.But now her face was frozen, blank, her throat stuffed with cotton.The polite M