Sophie Wilson could tell that Clarissa had just hurried over and still carried the fatigue of the journey.
Sophie wasn’t sure what Clarissa wanted to say, but she still got her a drink and had her sit down first.
Clarissa’s eyes were fixed on Sophie, her hands gripping the drink can tightly, her knuckles slightly whitened.
All her subtle external reactions were seen by Sophie, who knew that Clarissa’s heart was also unsettled.
Sophie sat across from Clarissa and looked at her, and just one look frightened Sophie.
Clarissa, incredibly, was crying.
She was staring at Sophie with wide eyes, silent tears streaming down continuously.
This truly startled Sophie; she had never seen such a scene.
She turned around, hastily grabbing a tissue and handing it to Clarissa. "Wipe your tears first."
She had no experience with these kinds of situations!
"Sophie, you’re my daughter." Clarissa grabbed Sophie’s hand tightly, not wanting to let go again.
Sophie’s heart skipped a beat; she had already known the identification results from Charles Seymour, but at that time, she didn’t really feel anything.
However, now her hand was being tightly held by Clarissa, especially feeling Clarissa’s hands slightly cold, causing her heart to tremble.
Is this what they mean by a mother-daughter bond?
"Su..." Sophie started to speak but closed her mouth, feeling that calling Clarissa "Aunt Taylor" now didn’t seem appropriate.
However, to directly call her "Mom," honestly, Sophie found she couldn’t say it.
Seeing Sophie’s reaction, Clarissa’s heart ached even more, like being cut with a knife, tears falling uncontrollably.
She thought about how her child had lived outside for over twenty years, never by her side. She hadn’t seen Sophie learning to talk, hadn’t seen her taking her first steps, nor had she seen her walking into school with a backpack...
She had missed so much time with her daughter.
Sophie felt she wasn’t afraid of anything, having been reborn once, living two lifetimes. According to Charles, even without losing her memory, she was considered remarkable.
She really had no experience dealing with women crying.
Especially when this person was her mother.
Sophie’s helplessness made Clarissa come back to her senses. She quickly took a tissue, wiped her tears, sniffled, and choked up, "Sophie, I scared you, didn’t I? Mommy won’t cry anymore, I was just too emotional, too emotional. I finally got to see you."
"Um..." Sophie hesitantly began, testing the waters, "Um... you’ve accepted this..."
Sophie stopped mid-sentence, feeling that no matter how she finished it, it wouldn’t sound right.
She really wasn’t good at handling emotional issues!
Seeing Sophie’s frustrated little face, Clarissa couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "They say there’s a natural bond between mother and daughter; I felt close to you the first time I saw you."
"This feeling," Clarissa said affectionately watching Sophie, "is indescribable, more like a mysterious connection." She, of course, understood what Sophie hadn’t finished saying—Sophie thought she accepted it too quickly.
"To be honest, no matter how much I cherished Ophelia before, I always felt a barrier."