Chapter 110

"Don't cry," Emily said.

She hurriedly wiped away Diane's tears. "Since you have to think I'm your mommy, then you can call me mommy. I won't mind."

Diane covered her lips and cried out, her voice choked. "Can I hug you?"

"Sure." Emily reached out and took the little girl into her arms.

The nine-year-old Diane, who was already grew up, let out a sob on her shoulder. 

Not far away, Diane's assistant hurriedly clicked several pictures, and then sighed heavily. He had been working for Diane for three years and had never seen her look so sad.

In everyone's eyes, Diane, the talented painter, was a cool girl who never cried or laughed, showing no extra expressions. 

She would only smile lightly when facing her daddy and her three brothers, but that smile never reached the depths of her eyes. However, he saw her genuinely smile and also saw her cry today...

Could it be that this woman was really her mother who had been missing for four year