Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0097

Naomi responded with a nod, her eyes glistening with tears, unable to utter a word.

“Do you also live in this city?” Violet, aware of Naomi’s departure, had not expected to find her in

the same city.

“Yes,” confirmed Naomi, her voice solt.

“What a lucky coincidence to run into you here,” Violet exclaimed.

Naomi bowed her head and wiped away a tear.

“It is. I heard about you not being Agatha and that you left the Imperial Palace. I learned you were back in the city, and thought I might just bump into you by chance. I never really

expected to actually meet you.”

She concealed the truth that Lucius had orchestrated their meeting, fabricating a story instead.

Violet bowed her head, unsure how to respond when she learned Naomi knew everything.

Agatha’s location remained a mystery now that she was back to being Violet, a scenario filled with uncertainty and worry for a mother. Violet could only imagine how distressed Naomi must be.

“I should have revealed my true identity to you sooner,” Violet admitted regretfully.

“I don’t hold it against you. Truthfully, you’ve been more considerate than Aggie ever was, and I’ve enjoyed your company,” Naomi said gently, shaking her head. “I wish I could have a daughter like you.”

These are her words, straight from her heart.

had been clouded with uncertainty, lit up at Naomi’s

being ruthless, particularly after Emily’s injury, Violet was

someone who would lie?” Naomi

Violet cried uncontrollably.

I reasoned that since I was obliged to be Agatha anyway, why not do it for the rest of my life? I would be eternally grateful for

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touched, as she took Violet’s

and you’re without a mother. What if we start a

idea, though seemingly outlandish,

by Naomi’s gesture to reach out. She immediately accepted.

They hugged

Violet

distance from where Violet had been found, nearly on the other side of

involvement, thought the universe was genuinely wonderful and the workings of fate

place was a

hope you don’t mind the small space,” Naomi murmured as she opened the door,

embarrassed.

“Why would I?”

like a heavenly gift,

began preparing food in the kitchen, while Violet, with teary eyes, observed her new home, feeling an

Life slowly normalized.

Although she wasn’t a great artist, her design

her

packed lunch to work, leading a simple

they’d shop and

experienced such a life in over twenty years with her