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!”

it was her home. Not

looking

Are we going to start fighting now?

this a script? I feel so

their own set of arguments

Wilma’s story.

But only Wilma knew.

not happy

eyes, there were too

too sensible made her

She felt sorry.

the materials for making bread were

day, she really wanted to sincerely make it up to this little

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, turning on the

footsteps and came to

hair and stood straight

seemed as if speaking to the secular

She had no fear.

made her whole person

Today is Sunday.

at home, doing his homework

pen in her hand and stared unblinkingly at

thumb tapped her

from the

for the following time, his fingers were

bubbles floated throughout the entire live

This speed.

Similar to Galen.

have

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

the acid reacted reflexively

had almost finished

answered nonchalantly, his hands never

kind of butler, Derek,

same class as you.

butler was a

asked to Derek, who stopped his fingers and began to

not very familiar with her. If I had

she gave me was that she was a good person with

have a little more affection

can really reveal a lot

In her eyes.

There was no one.

a trace

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

is located no longer had