The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1372

Wrenn had been harboring a thought in her heart for a long time, and it was starting to overwhelm her. “Actually… I am a bit scared, not of her, but of her despising me,” she confessed to Frederic.

Frederic paused his actions, took her hand, and held it in his own. “Why would you think that? From what I see, Neera is not a petty person, and I don’t think she has any disdain for you.”

“Even if I don’t want to admit it, I have indeed done many things that hurt her, and I’ve also hurt Jean. These are things that can’t be erased. How could she not be fed up with a bad mother-in-law like me?” Wrenn’s heart felt heavy, as if burdened by a stone, making it hard for her to breathe.

She was in such distress that she could hardly bear it, and tears welled up in her eyes. “Honey, what was I thinking before? How could I have been so foolish, unable to discern people’s true intentions? The Laker family was clearly using me, trying to climb up to Jean. How could I not see it? Also, Jean clearly expressed his thoughts to me. Why couldn’t I listen? I… I wasn’t such a harsh and bitter person before. How did I become like this? I feel like I’m losing myself…”

As she spoke, her sadness grew, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “She’s such a good girl, yet I was blind, always distrusting her, doubting her, speaking harshly to her. How can she possibly forgive me? Because of my foolishness, I almost harmed Jean, causing him so much suffering. What kind of mother/am I? No wonder she doesn’t want to deal with me. Now that I think about it, I can’t even forgive myself! She tolerated me so many times before, but it was because Jean was hurt that she couldn’t bear it anymore. She truly cares for Jean. Why couldn’t I see that? What kind of person am I? I despise myself…”

The long-standing guilt and remorse buried deep in her heart had been tormenting her incessantly.

No matter how many times she apologized, no matter how many times she expressed her gratitude, that pain couldn’t be eased.

Every time she saw the cold indifference in Neera’s eyes, it felt like a needle pricking her, making her hate herself more and more.

moment, Wrenn poured out all her worries. She buried her head in Frederic’s quilt, crying silently like a flustered child.

stroking her shoulders and back, his eyes filled with tender concern. “All right, all right. Wrenn, stop crying. If you keep crying, your

cry as if she wanted to release

this,

him, though she didn’t use much force. “What nonsense are you talking about? Don’t jinx it. Take it back.”

heartily. In a very good-natured manner, he complied. “Okay, okay, I take

bit, to be closer to her, but he lacked the strength and leaned back

him, somewhat worried, and quickly stood up

around. You sit

returned to the initial topic. Wrenn sniffed, murmuring, “It’s

escaped Frederic’s lips, tinged with affection. “You’re all grown up now, yet

natural for me to cry? I’ve been holding it in for so long,

much on your mind. Ever since Jean fell ill, you’ve never really relaxed. You should let it all out. As for Neera, don’t rush things. Mending relationships takes time. Neera isn’t petty or overly concerned about