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

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

girl as if she were my own daughter, doing everything

breath, intending to act as if nothing had happened and

you don’t want to talk about it now, then don’t. After all, I know that your relationship with them isn’t good, and they haven’t been good to you either. That’s all there is to it. Don’t worry;

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

adoptive parents. I can’t deny everything that happened over the years, but

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

her gaze intensely fixed on Neera. In a soft

her thoughts, Neera unconsciously tapped her fingers lightly on the

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so. Back then, they couldn’t afford to 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

point, she laughed lightly, as

the servants of the Garcia family seemed more like the masters of the house than I did. Besides that, the Garcia family all kept 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 me, they never

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