Chapter 477 She’s Your Mother
Cherise should have been the cherished daughter of a wealthy family, but because of Elvis’ momentary weakness, she had suffered for so many years and nearly lost the chance to reunite with her parents.
Now, as Cherise hugged Elvis in excitement, he was at a loss for words.
Charisa waved her hand, indicating that Elvis shouldn’t worry too much.
But still, Elvis only had the courage to lightly put his arm on Cherise’s back.
“There, there. I’m fine. Ms. Charisa didn’t make things difficult for me. Don’t worry.” Cherise cried for a moment while hugging him. Sniffling, she looked at Charisa and said, “Thank you…. Thank you for not making it difficult for Uncle Elvis.”
Elvis frowned and quickly corrected her. “You should call me Mr. Elvis. Also, this is your mother. Quickly call her Mom.”
Cherise shook her head stubbornly. “You’re not Mr. Elvis; you’re my uncle!”
Although it was just a matter of title, Cherise knew that once she called him ‘Mr. Elvis’, she would never be the Cherise Shaw from the Shaw village again!
She took a deep breath and gazed at Charisa. “I can call you Mom, but… I’ll still call him Uncle Elvis.”
Charisa leaned casually against the ornate couch with a faint smile on her l*ps. Under the mask, her eyes showed resignation. “Did I ever ask you to change the way you address him? He asked you to change it. does that have to do with me?”
What
Startled, Cherise thought about it and realized Charisa had not commented on the matter. She was just intimidated by Charisa’s overwhelming vehemence.
She smiled gleefully. “Do you mean I can continue calling him uncle?”
“Mm-hmm.” Charisa looked at her daughter helplessly. “You’re even more naive than your
dad.”
Cherise was rendered speechless..
When she visited the Tanners previously, she perceived Beckham as a powerful and intelligent man. However, within these few days, she had heard from George that her father was simple-minded.
Now, even her mother was calling her father dumb, Cherise couldn’t help but wonder if
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she really resembled him.
“Come here.” Charisa waved at Cherise.
Cherise glanced cautiously at Elvis. The man nodded at her and said, “Go ahead. She’s your mother.”
Cherise took a deep breath and walked over. When Cherise was a few steps away from Charisa, the latter elegantly removed her mask.
Staring at Charisa’s face, Cherise was dumbstruck – it felt like she was looking at herself twenty years in the future! She finally realized why her grandfather always said her appearance resembled her mother’s. He was right!
Their facial features and face shape were almost identical.
However, the resemblance between Cherise and her mother was limited to their appearance. Cherise thought she could never match Charisa’s aura in her lifetime.
Her eyes were cold, elegant, and nonchalant. The aloof and poised aura was a result of experiencing all kinds of ups and downs in life.
Even when looking at her daughter, whom she had not seen for nineteen years, she didn’t show much excitement or emotion.
“Are you that surprised?”
Charisa smiled and pointed to the seat next to her.
“Take a seat.”
Cherise nervously sat down beside Charisa.
Before this, when George mentioned that her mother would come, Cherise had imagined. countless scenarios of their meeting.
