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

you deliberately looking for trouble, upstairs?

to

this a script? I feel so

set of arguments when it comes

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

was not happy at home

eyes, there were too

too sensible made her see

She felt sorry.

making bread were prepared before, it was

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

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

returned to the stove, turning on the gas stove to prepare the

followed Wilma’s footsteps and came

white hair and stood straight with her

if speaking to the secular

She had no fear.

made

Today is Sunday.

home, doing his homework while watching

the pen in her hand and stared unblinkingly

tapped

out from

the

throughout the entire live

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

have

Derek, looked at him and the master, both praising this

of the acid

had almost finished

answered nonchalantly, his hands never

kind of butler, Derek,

in the same class

was a

who stopped

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

impression she gave me was that she was a good person with thick

a little more

can really reveal

In her eyes.

There was no one.

was not a

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

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