The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1492

Neera pursed her lips, her gaze drifting downward to land on the pair of hands that were holding hers.

Thanks to meticulous care, those hands remained fair and slender, their skin delicate. Even under the light, they emanated a lustrous glow.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and with an indifferent expression, she gently withdrew her hand.

Her hands now grasping air, Wrenn felt as if her heart was also empty, inexplicably overwhelmed by a profound sense of disappointment.

Did I fail again…

Is she still unable to accept me?

Then again, I had indeed been so foolish, committing so many extreme mistakes and even almost harming Jean. Why on earth should she forgive me?

Even she herself had not completely moved on from the regrets of the past.

She felt an intense bitterness in her heart, yet she dared not let it show on her face, fearing that Neera would be repulsed or upset if she saw it.

accept me, it just means I’m not doing enough yet. I just need to continue to work

would give her the cold shoulder for the rest of her life, it didn’t matter. In any case, Wrenn

no matter what happens, I will treat this girl as if she were my own daughter, doing everything in

to act as if

it now, then don’t. After all, I know that your relationship with them isn’t good, and they haven’t been good

to get up. “You rest for a while. It’s almost dinner time. I’ll go

they were not competent adoptive parents. I can’t deny everything that happened

suddenly open up, Wrenn was first taken aback. Then she couldn’t help but reveal a look of surprise and

soft voice, she asked, “Did they treat

fingers lightly on the edge of the tea table before responding.

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send me to school, so they had me work. I had to get up before dawn, carry a basket on my back, and go chop wood. After chopping wood, I had to go home and cook for the whole family. After sending my younger brother to school, I had to return home and continue working. I had to do all sorts of work, and if I didn’t finish, I couldn’t eat. Moreover, if they thought I wasn’t doing a good job, they would either hit or scold me. I could only do my best, but even so, I couldn’t satisfy them. They would find all sorts of faults with me. I had no other choice but to endure. However, due to the long list of chores, I often missed out on hot meals. Even in winter, I had to make do with leftovers. As I hit a growth spurt, my appetite increased, but

she laughed lightly, as if

me, unwilling to share a meal with me at the same table, as if they were afraid I carried some contagious disease that could infect them. From a young age, I had developed the ability to read people’s faces, so I eventually stopped going downstairs for meals and ate in my room instead. Fortunately, although the Garcia family didn’t particularly like me, they never deprived me of food and even allowed

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