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 contacting at

deliberately looking for

going to start fighting now?

this a script? I feel so

users have their own set of arguments when

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

was not happy at home

eyes, there were too

sensible made her

She felt sorry.

bread were prepared before, it was for social

wanted to sincerely make it up

you wanted to do. They all said

stove, turning on the gas stove to prepare

followed Wilma’s footsteps and

hair and stood straight with

seemed as if speaking to the secular

She had no fear.

sparkling big eyes made her whole

Today is Sunday.

his homework

dropped the pen in her hand and stared unblinkingly

tapped

from the tip

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

floated throughout

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

should have

water for Derek, looked at him and the master, both praising this little

of the acid reacted reflexively

had almost

his hands never stopping their

butler, Derek, still felt a

the same class

butler was a

asked to Derek, who stopped his fingers and began

either. I’m not very familiar

that she was a

would have a little more affection

can really

In her eyes.

There was no one.

not a trace of

hand moved again, but at this moment, Valerie was already snuggling up to Wilma, listening to Wilma telling stories about

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