Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Mabel, a mother in her sixties, grapples with the harsh realities of her daughter's potential relationship with Raymond, a man from a distinguished family. Mabel reflects on her naive belief that family background wouldn't matter in love, only to realize how deeply it affects her daughter Tiffany's chances with someone like Raymond.

The weight of family expectations and past mistakes looms heavily over Mabel, leading her to a painful understanding of her daughter's struggles. As the conversation unfolds, Mabel pleads with Raymond to treat Tiffany well, revealing her vulnerability and the burden she carries for her daughter's happiness. Mabel's emotional turmoil is palpable as she wipes away tears, feeling the pressure of societal norms and family reputation.

Meanwhile, Tiffany observes her mother's retreat with a bittersweet smile, recognizing the contradictions in her family's dynamics and the toll it takes on their relationships. The tension between Tiffany and Raymond escalates as she confronts the reality of their differing backgrounds. Tiffany's sarcastic reflections on her family highlight her internal conflict, and she challenges Raymond's assumptions about their compatibility. Despite Raymond's attempts to reassure her, Tiffany remains skeptical of his intentions and the superficial nature of wealth.

This moment serves as a turning point, where Tiffany acknowledges her place in this complicated web of expectations and familial ties. Ultimately, Tiffany's decision to engage with Raymond on a more personal level, calling him by his name, signifies a shift in their dynamic. Raymond's determination to pursue a relationship despite the obstacles reflects his desire to carve out his own path, independent of societal judgment. The chapter concludes with a hint of hope as they agree to go to dinner together, suggesting the possibility of a connection that transcends their complicated backgrounds.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 492** **Chapter 492** Mabel, a woman in her sixties, possessed thoughts that often seemed more innocent than those of a girl barely in her twenties. Did she truly harbor the belief that someone like Raymond-a member of that distinguished family-would ever consider marrying a woman whose past was riddled with chaos and misfortune? It was a notion that danced on the edge of absurdity.

a liability. Not for Raymond, and certainly not for the family name that carried weight and expectations far beyond her understanding. When Diana had first approached Mabel, urging her to "talk sense" into Tiffany, Mabel's pride had

might have made the same hard choice, driven by the desire to protect her family and uphold their reputation. Raymond, keenly perceptive, noticed every flicker of self-deprecation that crossed Tiffany's face, yet he remained silent, choosing instead to address Mabel with quiet respect. "Mrs. Voss," he began, his voice steady but laced with a hint of vulnerability, "I'm afraid I'm not as wealthy as you might think." He offered a helpless shrug, his sincerity evident in his expression. "I'm just a salaryman." Those words seemed to drain the fight from Mabel, though she wasn't ready to surrender just yet. Her gaze flitted back to Tiffany, but her daughter steadfastly avoided her eyes, a silent rebellion against the weight of expectation. Mabel sniffed, hastily wiping away the tears that threatened to spill,

good girl. I beg you, treat her well." With that, she turned away, hurrying off into the dimly lit alley, her shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. Her petite figure melted into the shadows, leaving Tiffany to grapple with her own mixed emotions. Tiffany

cool autumn breeze swept through the narrow space between the buildings, rustling the fallen leaves and carrying with it a sense of change. Raymond, feeling the tension in the air, licked his lips and broke the silence, attempting to find common ground. "She does care about you, in her own way-" "Mr. Hutton," Tiffany interjected, her patience wearing thin, her elegant eyes flat and unreadable

the money," he stated, his voice firm yet lacking the reassurance she sought. Tiffany offered a faint, ironic smile in response. Of course, he

you and I both know your sister was right back then. So please, stop trying to forge a path that was never meant to exist." She was that path-the wrong one, a dead

right or wrong. It's about whether I want to walk it." Tiffany remained outside, unimpressed by his bravado. "Who taught you to play the rogue so well?" He flashed her a grin, his confidence