The Revived Me Surrounded by Adoration as a Supporting Role

Chapter 62 Counterattack

Valerie stared blankly at Wilma.

Wilma carefully took hold of her thin and withered hand.

When I was young, I was also very well–behaved, and I was the eldest sister in the family!

So I had delicious food, all for my younger brother and sister. I also had to earn their school fees and buy them nice clothes.

As Wilma was speaking, her eyes turned red. She had a slight nasal tone as she told Valerie her story.

She didn’t think Valerie couldn’t understand because she knew.

Valerie was just her younger self.

When I was young, I always worked hard for the family and took care of her younger siblings. However, everything I had was cheap.

When I finally suggested moving out to live on my own, they cursed at me, you know… him, they cursed at me.

“They said I was not human, they said I had no conscience!”

Wilma choked up, tightly gripping Valerie’s hand, her yellowed and calloused fingers caressing Valerie’s skin.

It made people feel a tingling sensation that sent shivers down their spine.

Valerie’s heart felt sour as she listened. She reached out and held Wilma’s hand, while gently patting her back with her other hand.

Wilma wiped away the tears from her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed by her own behavior.

“I won’t say anymore. I’m now living alone and doing well.”

Valerie’s heart skipped a beat, her tone rose, and she sounded a bit excited.

“Where are those people? Do you still keep in touch with the family?”

Wilma shook her head.

“When I came out, I no longer contacted the family.”

Valerie’s heart was pounding crazily.

She felt a strong sense of hope and a great motivation.

Her breathing was a little rapid.

This was exciting.

Her eyes were shining brightly as she looked at Wilma, like the sparkling straw in the mud.

She tightly clenched, firmly remembering Wilma’s words, constantly motivating herself.

Ah, those times… Everyone was like this.

“But Wilma was also very brave… At that time, it was really tough for a girl to come out and live on her own!”

least it was her home. Not

deliberately looking

to start

script?

own set of arguments when it comes

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

happy

eyes, there were too many shattered

sensible made her see

She felt sorry.

making bread were prepared

day, she really wanted to

young then; you should have done what you wanted to do. They all said you

stood up and returned to the stove, turning on the gas stove to prepare

Wilma’s footsteps and came

hair and stood straight

speaking to the

She had no fear.

made

Today is Sunday.

at home, doing his

her hand and stared unblinkingly at Valerie, who finally

tapped her

love floated out from the

the door to a new world, and for the following time, his fingers were constantly

heart bubbles floated throughout the entire

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

You should have done your

for Derek, looked

thumb of the acid reacted reflexively

had almost

answered nonchalantly, his hands never stopping their

butler, Derek,

Horton was in the same class

butler was

asked to Derek, who stopped his

either. I’m not very familiar with her. If I

first impression she gave me was that she was

more affection for Valerie

person’s gaze can really

In her eyes.

There was no one.

not a trace

at this moment, Valerie was already snuggling up to Wilma, listening to Wilma telling stories

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