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.

deliberately looking for trouble, upstairs?

to start

a script? I

own set of arguments when

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

happy at home

eyes, there were

made her see

She felt sorry.

bread were prepared before, it was

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

wanted to do. They all said you were very sensible, but not me. Sensible

returned to the stove, turning on the

followed Wilma’s footsteps and came to her

and stood straight

as if speaking to

She had no fear.

sparkling big eyes made her

Today is Sunday.

home, doing his

in her hand

tapped

love floated out from the tip

door to a new world, and for the following

throughout the entire live

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

should have done

hot water for Derek, looked

of the acid

almost finished

answered nonchalantly, his hands never

butler, Derek, still felt a

Horton was in the same class as you. How did

was

who stopped his fingers and began

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

was that she was a good

have a little more affection

can really reveal a lot of

In her eyes.

There was no one.

not a trace

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

the thumb is located no longer had Valerie’s