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.

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

life, it didn’t matter. In any case, Wrenn would continue to give her all

will treat this girl as if she were my own daughter, doing everything in

these thoughts in mind, she took a deep breath, intending to act as

relationship with them isn’t good, and they haven’t been

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

they were not competent adoptive parents. I can’t deny everything that happened over the years, but in

couldn’t help

Neera. In a soft voice, she asked, “Did they treat

her thoughts, Neera unconsciously tapped her fingers lightly on the edge of the

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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

this point, she laughed lightly, as if it was

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 me to attend school.

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