Chapter 319

"Okay, but the painting is not very good. Karla, don't laugh at me." She stood up and was about to get it. Karla grabbed her arm and said, "your knees are injured. It's inconvenient. Tell me where you are and I'll go get it." Maine smiled at her sweetly and pointed at the cabinet with her little hand. "I threw them away before. Jimmy helped me put the paintings in that cabinet. They are all there." Karla walked to the place where she pointed, squatted down and opened the cabinet. There were many paintings in it. Karla casually took out a stack of them, sat back beside her, and leafed through them one by one. As he looked at her, he praised her, "well done, Maine. You are a good girl." Maine was a little embarrassed by her praise. "In fact, if I have learned, I can draw like this." All of a sudden, Karla flipped through it and found a piece of paper that was not designed for jewelry. She was slightly stunned and stared at the picture, as if she was going to see a hole. Maine was suspicious. She leaned over and asked, "Karla, what are you looking at?" Maine was also slightly stunned. She stretched out her hand and wanted to grab it, but suddenly she stopped and smiled bitterly. Karla felt a sharp pain in her heart, and her eyes were sour. She pursed her lips and asked, "where are your parents? Do you miss them?" On the painting was a family of three, in the middle of which there was a little man held by a hand. Obviously, it was her. Maine lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, "it's strange. I drew it a long time ago. Why does Jimmy still keep it?" From Karla's point of view, the little girl's side face was full of unconcealed loneliness and sadness. "Maine... Do you miss them?" Maine twitched her lips and shook her head slightly. "So what? They left me on a snowy night before I was one month old. They didn't love me at all. What's the point of me missing them? If Grandpa hadn't picked me up, I might have been frozen to death." "No, no parents in the world will abandon their children!" "You're not them. How do you know? You love your daughter so much, so you won't understand my cruel parents." Karla couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down quietly. ——Jolie, my Jolie, mom didn't mean to do that. Maine rolled up the painting and put it away. Maine stared at Karla with her pure eyes, as if she wanted to see through her eyes. She said in silence, "Karla, it's so strange. I feel that you look like my mother. Yan said that we look like each other, but in fact, we are not mother and daughter at all, aren't we?" Karla also stared closely at her. The expression in her eyes was too complicated. As time went by, there were unspeakable and difficult words to say. Maine stared at her and felt a sting in her heart. Finally, she turned her face and said lightly, "no, we are not mother and daughter." ——'Jolie, I can't recognize you now. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'.... Maine sniffed and burst into tears with a smile. "I knew it wasn't." Karla stood up and turned around in a hurry. She covered her mouth and said, "Maine, I'll go shopping with Yan. What do you want to eat for lunch?" Maine said tiredly, "you can ask Yan to cook for us. Jimmy and I will go back to Grandpa's house for dinner tonight." Grandpa? George? "Oh, I see. Will you come back tonight?" Staring at her slender back, Maine said word by word, "I don't know. I listen to Jimmy." Karla left in a hurry. Maine, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, burst into tears and stared at her receding figure—— Are you really my mother? But why did you abandon me and come to me again? But you don't recognize me? Are you really my mother? Karla.... —— After coming back from the company, Jimmy went upstairs and was about to take her to the Lincoln Mansion for dinner. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the little girl lying on the bed with her side to him. Jimmy walked over, leaned over and rested his arm on one side to look at his little wife. Maine didn't sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at the sunset outside the window. Jimmy followed her gaze and looked out of the window. There was nothing special. "Who bullied you?" She looked unhappy as if she had something on her mind. Maine just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything. He looked away from the window and turned his face to look at his black eyes. Without answering, she only asked, "are we going to have dinner with Grandpa?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "But before that, you have to tell me one thing." Jimmy reached out and held her in his arms. Sitting on his lap, Maine frowned and asked, "what's the matter?" "Who pissed you off? You've been lying on the bed for a whole day. Why are you still in a daze?" Maine pressed her lips and closed her eyes. Her lips were as soft as jelly, and she didn't know how to answer. Maine was picked up by Jimmy from the bed and sat obediently on his laps. His clear eyes twinkled. "In fact, it's nothing." If Karla was really her mother, then why would she be sad here if Karla didn't recognize her? The person who had abandoned her was not worth forgiving, nor was he worth being sad.