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The Woman from the New World – Part 07

While the townsfolk and the crew of the large ship worked together to treat the wounded, Mildred stood there, mouth agape.

“This guy… is Luke? My son?”

Luke mirrored her expression. “My… mother?”

As they stared at each other, Cecily quietly made sense of it all. She had wondered why Mildred had caught her eye the moment they met.

It was because she looked like Luke.

That resemblance in her profile had drawn Cecily’s attention even in the crowd. Now that the two stood side by side, it was unmistakable. The two were clearly blood-related family.

A mother and son, separated for over ten years. Cecily could only watch, holding her breath.

Luke stood frozen, overwhelmed by the sudden reunion. Understandable. He’d said his mother was already gone before he was old enough to remember her. But Mildred was different.

“My… Luke,” she said softly. Her gaze swept from