Chapter 454 Childhood Trauma Runs Deep
Beckham quickly averted his gaze to prevent Cherise from noticing the tears welling up in his eyes. Silently, he savored the taste of the salmon, relishing the nostalgia it brought.
He had once believed that he had lost Charis and their child forever. He even thought that he would have to entrust the search for Charis and their child to Gwenn after his passing, as part of his final wishes. But things had changed he had found Cherise, and he was confident that he would soon find Charis as well.
This is the first time in nineteen years of despair that I feel elation.
“Foolish boy,” Aaron mumbled, secretly overjoyed as well. “Hey girl, let’s eat. While we dine, I have something to discuss with you.”
Cherise nodded. “Okay. I also have a gift for you
After the meal, Cherise led the Tanners to the living room to rest on the sofas. Meanwhile, she went upstairs to retrieve Aaron’s gift..
This is for you, Grandpa Tanner.”
Cherise placed the box in front of Aaron. “I remember that you appreciate traditional yet stylish. suits, Grandpa. I selected these designs for you, taking into account your age and your spirited
nature.”
The elderly man blushed slightly as he examined the clothes. “What a thoughtful girl you
are.”
“I know someone who has been by my side for twenty years but has never given me such a sweet gift before,” he added, glancing at Beckham.
Cherise giggled. “Well, Uncle Beckham has been busy, hasn’t he? Besides, women usually have more experience with shopping for clothes compared to men.”
She took a deep breath before continuing. “Thank you for coming to my rescue that day. I am eternally grateful! You even claimed that I was your granddaughter, leading them to believe that I was your long-lost granddaughter. I can only express my gratitude through this gift.
“Ahh…” Aaron shook his head sadly as he picked up the suits. “Beckham, help me put on the suit jacket.”
“You care about others too much, Cherry. Why can’t you think more about yourself? Don’t your want to be my granddaughter?”
“Yes, I do…”
Cherise smiled serenely, but her words sent a chill down their spines. “And yet, Grandpa, my parents abandoned me when I was a child. My uncle found me in a dumpster. When I was six, I fell ill. Things worsened when my birth mother came to take me back. I was so sick that the
doctors warned Uncle Shaw to prepare for my death. The only thing that saved me was Uncle Shaw’s promise never to return me to my parents’ home.”
Her smile faded.
The men were at a loss for words. They finally understood the depth of Cherise’s trauma and realized that her wounds would not heal overnight.
She firmly believed that she was an orphan and would only accept a statement if she had proof.
