I Pretended to Be Homeless at the Department Store I Owned to Find My Heir – Then Someone Suddenly Grabbed Me from Behind

I hadn’t seen them since.

Until now.

In my store.

In my arms.

“Tommy?” I whispered, still half in the past. “Is that really you?”

“It’s me,” he said, laughing and crying at the same time. “I told Mom it was you when I saw you, but she said no because—”

He gestured at my coat, my dirty face.

“Because why would she be dressed like this,” Elena finished, voice breaking.

“I’m so sorry. He just ran. I couldn’t stop him.”

The floor manager cleared his throat.

“Ma’am, is this woman bothering you?” he asked Elena, completely missing everything.

I almost laughed.

“No,” I said, straightening up.

I pushed my hood back. “In fact, she’s my guest.”

The manager’s eyes widened as he finally saw my face clearly.

“Mrs. Carson?” he choked.

“Is… is that you?”

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