The Woman From Hell

The next day, Munchkin could not help but step forward when he saw Delia. "Good morning, Aunt Delia."

Delia was taken aback for a moment before she smiled. "Good morning."

"You can call me Munchkin, Aunt."

I took in their interaction. Munchkin had never taken initiative with strangers, so I did not expect him to go forward to chat with Delia this time.

Stepping forward, I smiled. "I'm sorry, did Munchkin bother you?"

The woman shook her head, eyes filled with love. "No, Munchkin is a very cute and sensible boy. You must be very happy to have such a son by your side, Wanda." When Delia turned to me, there seemed to be a hint of envy in the smile on her pretty face. "Let's have dinner together tonight. Munchkin likes you a lot."

"Alright."

"Munchkin, let's not disturb Aunt anymore, okay?" I held up Munchkin's hand.

He looked a bit reluctant but also knew that Delia was working, so he did not refuse. "Okay."

I pulled him to the side. Then, I crouched down and looked at him. "Munchkin, I know Aunt Delia looks like your mommy. That's why you like her so much, yes?"

Munchkin nodded. "Yeah, it's like seeing Mommy. I want to know how I would feel if my mommy was still around."

I understood. I got what his words implied.

"Yes, I understand. I'm going to tell Aunt Delia about this tonight."

If I told Delia about this, then maybe she would treat Munchkin like how a loving mother would so that Munchkin could experience it.

Time passed by silently.

It was getting dark outside, and Caroline prepared a sumptuous dinner.

After taking her seat, Delia glanced around and asked suspiciously, "Why don't I see President Grant around? Could it be that he doesn't like me here, so he has..."

"No, don't think too much. His assistant called him just now and said that there was something urgent going on at the company, so he has gone to deal with it," quickly explained.

"I see." Delia nodded.

Munchkin struggled to pick up a piece of meat to put it on Delia's plate. "Aunt, have some meat. You're too thin," he said softly.

"Thank you, Munchkin."

The two of them looked at each other, and it was like I was looking at Cecilia at that moment. If she was still there, she would treat Munchkin the same way. "Delia, I said you're very similar to my friend. In fact, she's Munchkin's biological mother. She passed away after giving birth to Munchkin," I said softly.

Munchkin's once calm face darkened, and there was some sadness coloring his features.

The smile on Delia's face also disappeared, replaced by astonishment.

She said slowly after a long time, "So

that's the case. No wonder

Munchkin looked a little surprised when he saw me yesterday. I

thought it was because I was

stranger. I didn't expect it to be

because I look like his mother."

"Yeah, that's right." I did not know what Delia was thinking. I hoped she was not overthinking.

She looked at Munchkin with a smile on her lips. "If you don't mind, I can consider Munchkin as my godson. He can also call me 'Mommy'." "Really? Is it really possible?" Munchkin and I were surprised.

Before she could speak, Sissi, the assistant sitting next to her, said, "Delia, this isn't appropriate. You're a public figure."

"I'm just recognizing a godson. It's nothing. I've decided. Besides, Munchkin is so cute and handsome. To have such a son is rare." "Delia, if it'll affect your work, why not..."

"It won't."