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.

It’s okay. If Neera still can’t accept me, it just means I’m not doing enough

it didn’t matter. In any case, Wrenn would continue to give her all for her and Jean, as she always

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

breath, intending to act as if nothing had happened and

good, and they haven’t been good to you either. That’s all there is to it. Don’t worry; if

“You rest for a while. It’s almost dinner time. I’ll go and personally make your favorite

“Indeed, they were not competent adoptive parents. I can’t deny everything that happened over the

Then she couldn’t help but reveal a look of surprise

soft voice,

her fingers lightly on the edge

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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

point, she laughed lightly, as if

their distance from 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

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