The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 439

"Aren't you going in?" Chloe asked.

Cicely glanced up at her, her body swaying slightly as if to move forward. But it was as if she was stuck in place, unable to take a single step.

Chloe frowned, "After today, you won't have any excuse to come here again."

She said flatly and walked away towards the school building.

Cicely hesitated for a moment, then finally took a step, following Chloe.

As they got closer to the corridor, the sound of the piano became clearer.

Chloe stopped at the door, turning to look at Cicely whose face was a bit pale.

"Hugo is blind." Chloe said.

Cicely’s lips began to tremble uncontrollably, then she bit down hard, a bead of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Struggling to keep her emotions in check, she turned her head. Her usually soft voice was hoarse,

"I know."

Chloe lowered her head, ignoring the bitterness welling up inside her, before gritting her teeth and swung open the door to the piano room.

The music stopped abruptly.

Jeanette turned her head towards the door. Chloe slowly walked in. After a long while, Cicely appeared in the doorway, her brown eyes fixed on the child sitting by the window. Her hands shook uncontrollably, gripping the door frame tightly.

That was her child...

Holding back her emotions, she looked into those bright but unfocused eyes. The pain in her heart seemed to fill her entire body.

Hugo seemed to sense something. He turned towards the door, staring at Cicely.

His breath hitched, his brown eyes shaking with shock.

That face, it was the one from his dreams!

Without another glance at Cicely, Chloe closed the door.

The sound of the door closing was like a signal. As soon as it shut, the woman's tears fell like a dam had burst.

"You're Hugo, right?" Cicely asked.

When Hugo heard Cicely's words, his tiny body shivered. His face turned towards her at the sound of her voice. His large dark eyes, though lifeless, seemed to be staring at her with excitement.

Cicely covered her mouth with her hand, tears falling down her hand.

She walked over slowly, took his hand, and gently touched his face. She was studying his features carefully.

"Hugo." She whispered her child's name.

That feeling was so unique, irreplaceable.

Hugo's lips were tightly closed, tears streaming down his cheeks.