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 for trouble, upstairs?

going to start fighting now?

this a script?

own set of arguments

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

not happy

were too

too sensible made her

She felt sorry.

bread were

wanted

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 get to

up and returned to the stove,

footsteps and came to

and stood straight with her

if speaking to the secular

She had no fear.

sparkling big eyes made her whole person

Today is Sunday.

at home, doing his homework

she dropped the pen in her hand

thumb tapped

love floated out from the tip of

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

floated throughout the entire live

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

should have

pour hot water for Derek, looked at him

thumb of the acid

had almost finished

answered nonchalantly, his hands never stopping

of butler, Derek,

class as you. How did you perceive

butler was a little

question was directly asked to Derek, who stopped his fingers and began to

not sure either. I’m not very familiar

impression she gave me was that she was a

a little more affection for Valerie than

person’s gaze can really reveal a

In her eyes.

There was no one.

not a trace

Valerie was already snuggling up to Wilma, listening to Wilma telling stories about her

where the thumb is located no longer had Valerie’s