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.

me, it just means I’m not doing enough

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

girl as if she were my own daughter, doing everything

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

know that your relationship with them isn’t good, and they haven’t been good to you either. That’s all there is

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

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

couldn’t help but reveal a look of surprise and joy, her

a soft voice, she asked, “Did they treat you poorly? Did they abuse you?”

tapped her fingers lightly on

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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 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

point, she laughed lightly, as if it

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

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