A poor woman sold her daughter to a barren billionaire woman for money.-hongngoc

Αngela opened the door slowly. Catherine stood there smiling, holding a new doll and a big bag of clothes.

“Hello, Sonia,” she said warmly. “I brought you some presents.”

But Sonia hid behind her mother’s legs, trembling.

“She’s just scared,” Αngela said quietly.

“That’s okay,” Catherine replied, stepping in. “Look, sweetheart. This doll is for you.”

It was the most beautiful doll Sonia had ever seen—long curly hair and a pink dress that sparkled.

“Αnd look at these clothes,” Catherine said, opening the bag. “See this blue dress? It’s just your size.”

Sonia’s eyes widened. She had never owned anything so lovely.

“They are pretty,” she whispered.

“Do you like them?” Catherine asked gently.

Sonia nodded, but she still clung to her mother.

“Αngela,” Catherine said softly, “have you packed her things?”

Αngela looked around their small home at the old clothes, the broken toys, the empty shelves.

“She doesn’t have much,” she said sadly.

“That’s fine,” Catherine said kindly. “She won’t need any of these old things. I have everything she could ever want.”

Those words stabbed Αngela’s heart.

“But what about my teddy bear?” Sonia asked suddenly.

It was the worn-out bear Vincent had bought for her when she was a baby.

Catherine frowned. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll get you better toys. You don’t need that old thing.”

“But it’s for my daddy,” Sonia said, hugging the teddy bear tightly.

Αngela’s voice trembled. “She can keep it. It’s important to her.”

Catherine smiled thinly. “Of course. If it helps her adjust.”

Then she stretched out her hand. “Αre you ready, Sonia?”

Sonia’s eyes filled with fear. “Mama, I changed my mind. Please don’t make me go.”

Αngela knelt down, tears streaming down her face. “Baby, I need you to be very brave for Mama. Okay? You’re going to have a wonderful life with Miss Catherine. You’ll go to school, have toys, pretty clothes.”

“But I’ll miss you,” Sonia sobbed.

“I’ll miss you too, my love,” Αngela whispered. “Every single day. But remember this—Mama loves you more than all the stars in the sky. Can you remember that?”

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky too, Mama,” Sonia cried.

Αngela kissed her forehead and stood up quickly before she lost her courage.

“Take good care of her,” she told Catherine, her voice shaking. “She’s the most precious thing in the world.”

“I will,” Catherine promised, taking Sonia’s tiny hand.

Sonia looked back one last time. “Mama, are you sure I can’t stay?”

Αngela wanted to scream, “Yes!” But instead, she said softly, “Go on, baby. Be good for Miss Catherine.”

Catherine lifted Sonia into her arms and walked toward the car. Sonia reached back, crying, “Mama, Mama.”

Αngela followed them outside, tears falling uncontrollably.

Catherine placed Sonia in the back seat and buckled her in.

Through the window, Sonia pressed her small hand against the glass. Αngela pressed hers on the other side as if she could still hold her.

“I love you, Sonia,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mama,” Sonia cried.

Catherine started the car.