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.

uncertainty, lit up at Naomi’s

of her being ruthless, particularly after Emily’s injury,

someone who would lie?” Naomi

Violet cried uncontrollably.

but you were so gracious. At the time, 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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you thought?” Naomi asked, visibly touched, as she took Violet’s hands. “I don’t have

a mother. What if

outlandish, deeply moved Violet.

Violet was warmed by Naomi’s gesture to

They hugged

then brought Violet

residing in Balaka City, Naomi’s home was quite a distance from where Violet had been found, nearly on

Lucius’s involvement, thought the universe

rented place was a modest one–room

you don’t mind the small space,” Naomi murmured

embarrassed.

“Why would I?”

Violet, it felt like a heavenly gift, far from a

food in the kitchen, while Violet, with teary eyes, observed her new home, feeling an unexpected sense of

Life slowly normalized.

she wasn’t a great artist, her design experience

history helped her secure a nearby job

and Violet took a packed

if Violet returned early, they’d shop and cook together,

over twenty years