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!”

at least it was her home. Not

deliberately looking for trouble, upstairs?

going to start

this a script? I

own set of arguments when it

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

was not happy at

those eyes, there were too many

made her see her

She felt sorry.

were prepared before, it was for social

seeing Valerie again that day, she really wanted to sincerely make it up to this

were still young then; you should have done what you wanted to do. They all said you were very sensible, but not me.

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

Wilma’s footsteps and came

had white hair and stood straight with her

speaking to

She had no fear.

made her whole person

Today is Sunday.

doing his

her eyes, she dropped the pen in her hand and stared unblinkingly at Valerie, who finally showed a hint of

tapped her

out from

for the following time, his

throughout the

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

have

to pour hot water for Derek, looked at him and the master, both praising

the acid reacted reflexively

almost

his hands never stopping their

of butler, Derek, still

same class

was a little

to Derek, who stopped his fingers and began to

sure either. I’m not very familiar with her. If I had to

was that she was a good person with thick

would have a little more affection for Valerie

really

In her eyes.

There was no one.

not a

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

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