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!”

Well, at least it was her home. Not contacting at all?”

you deliberately looking for trouble,

going to start

a script? I

own set of arguments when

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

was not happy

those eyes, there were too many

too sensible made her see

She felt sorry.

materials for making bread were prepared before, it was

she really wanted to sincerely make it

you should have done what you wanted to do. They all said you

and returned to the stove, turning on the gas stove

footsteps and came to her

had white hair and stood straight

as if speaking

She had no fear.

big eyes made her whole person more

Today is Sunday.

at home, doing his

eyes, she dropped the pen in her hand and

thumb tapped

little love floated out from

the

floated throughout the entire live

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

You should have done

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

the acid reacted

almost finished

his hands never stopping their

of butler, Derek, still felt a

class

butler was

Derek, who stopped his fingers and

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

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

have a little more affection for Valerie than

really reveal a lot

In her eyes.

There was no one.

a trace

moment, Valerie was already snuggling up to Wilma, listening to Wilma telling

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