87 Is she really alive?

Seeing that the girl was almost done with her breakfast, she wanted to make her stay to confirm her suspicion, but before she opened her mouth to ask, the girl answered her phone "I am at the restaurant Stephen still having breakfast, do you want to come here or let's meet somewhere before we go shopping?" Marga was beaming while she was answering her phone, she must speaking with her husband.

"Alright then, I will see you at the lobby in fifteen minutes then.See you later sweetheart." then Marga returned to eating her brunch, noticing that Ms. Lim was still staring at her, and she seemed dazzled, she can't help but ask "Are you alright Ms. Lim? Do you want me to accompany you to the hotel clinic?" she worriedly touched Johanna's hand.

Seeing their hands together, Johanna was overwhelmed with the so much emotion, her hand was so warm and it felt like she was home just like when Mary held her hand the same way.At that moment, she can't hold it in any longer and she carelessly hugged Margaret while started cry "Oh Mary, I can see you again.....Mary, I'm really sorry, I miss you so much."

Who is Mary? but she doesn't have the heart to stop the woman from crying, so she just simply patted her back and allow her to hug her tightly and continue crying.Slowly the sound of hiccups can be heard from the woman on her shoulder and the hug was a bit loosened,"I'm sorry Ms. Margaret,....you just remind me so much of someone who I cherish so much.....I'm sorry I dirtied your clothes." Johanna was also shocked about the sudden emotion and her gaze at Margaret softening, "you look so much like her, like Mary..."and then her eyes turned red again.

At the same time, Mr. Lim and Stephen just came in, and Marga right away saw her husband, and signalled for him to come over.The moment their eyes met, Stephen instantly looked at Mr. Lim who was also surprised to see Johanna hugging Margaret, could she have known that Margaret was Mary's daughter, but it is impossible, other than the detective and himself, and now Stephen, no one else knew Margaret's true identity.

"It's okay Ms. Lim, please don't cry anymore, I think will be very happy that you remember her." Stephen and Mr. Lim were already standing beside them and Mr. Lim reached out to Johanna, "Johanna, calm yourself down, it is indeed true, and I was not planning to hide it from you, I just wanted to be sure." Johanna stopped abruptly, what does he mean it's true, so....this girl, was truly Mary's daughter, she then looked back forth from her uncle to the girl in her arms.Could it be, Mary's lost daughter is really her, she was torn between happiness and sadness.

Marga was now staring blankly at the woman who was hugging her, the fascinating old man who was suddenly teary-eyed, and her husband, what the heck is going on, why is everyone suddenly started being sad, she glared at Stephen who's face turned affectionate while looking at her.

"Uncle, so it's true, it's really true, she is really alive?" Johanna still has not let go of Marga's hands and she was grabbing it tightly this time."Ahhh!" Marga suddenly shrieked and pulled out her arm then shook it back and forth, this woman has a strong grip, then she looked puzzled again at the three people in front of her.

"What's going on Stephen?" she asked, she is now getting frustrated being left out in the dark about what was going on."Margaret, there is something that you need to know.I don't know how to tell you this, but they are your family, and they have been looking for you all these years." Stephen said while holding on to Marga's hands, suddenly she was trembling and her eyes were tearing, anger, betrayal, and sorrow can be clearly seen as she again took one more glance at the man and the woman in front of her and then looked at her husband before she ran away, she needs to get out of there.There was no way her family would abandon her and just show up after all these years, why would they let her suffer so much and made her think that she was all alone, wasn't she important all these thoughts running through her head.