Chapter 909

Though Eleanor harbored doubts, she forwent further contestation, merely offering a slight mod in response

Noting Eleanor’s lack of retaliation, Wendy caught the cue and ceased to provoke Bernard Mustering her strength, she waved Eleanor closer.

“Would you mind drawing near so I can see you clearly?”

Up until this juncture, aside from Robin stationing his bodyguard at the door, and Wendy’s fruitless endeavors to unsettle Bernard, Eleanor had remained unscathed.

This resulted in a ripple of perplexity washing over the pair What was Wendy’s endgame?

After exchanging querying looks, Eleanor and Bemard, still hand in hand, approached Wendy’s bedside and perched themselves down.

Wendy, glossing over Bernard, stretched out her rugged, trembling hands towards Eleanor’s visage.

Emilia bore a striking resemblance to your mother, but it seems

rough fingertips brushed against Eleanor’s face, making her

do you want

Can you just spit

casually slide over Bernard’s face before she nonchalantly reached for Eleanor’s

wanted to see you one last time. Now

baffling Was she really

questioned, Wendy gently patted her hand and said with deep sincerity:

for your mother’s death. I’ve always wanted to apologize to her, but never had the chance. So, I

Eleanor frowned slightly. “Did you kill my mother?”

her the money, but my parents wouldn’t allow it. They warned that anyone who lent Vanya money would get their legs broken. The Pine

spoke, her eyes didn’t seem as gloomy but rather filled with regret. Eleanor also felt she wasn’t

mother’s behalf, all she could do was sit there, with a complicated look on her face, watching the pale woman on the bed. Wendy held Eleanor’s hand tight, as if she was holding onto Eleanor’s mother, and didn’t let go. “Vanya and I were only a year apart, we were like sisters But I was too

tears welling up. “Kid, I’m sorry for your mother. This is also why I sent my son

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255