Chapter 430 She's Chloe

The face revealed beneath the cloth was Kate's. Her mouth was gagged, silencing her. Her hair was a mess, her eyes swollen and red, and her entire body trembled with fear.

Her panicked gaze darted around the room. When her eyes landed on me, she froze briefly before struggling desperately as if pleading for my help.

Whitney removed the coverings from the other two captives, revealing their equally fearful faces.

From Snowville to Jaford, they must have endured a grueling journey, evident in their gaunt faces and hollow cheeks.

Whitney removed the filthy socks that gagged their mouths. Kate, retching, glanced at Whitney with a mix of fear and hatred.

"Who are you? What do you want from us?"

Then, her eyes shifted to me with suspicion and anger. "Zoey! So, you're behind this! I always knew you had sinister intentions, always targeting us! You killed my sons!"

She seemed far more coherent than the last time I had seen her, no longer lost in a haze of confusion.

As I recognized their identities, I felt no emotion.

I couldn't deny that they had once been good to me-loving and protective. I used to convince myself that their loyalty to Wisteria stemmed from being misled, justifying their actions repeatedly. We were a family, and families should be understanding and patient with one another. They had been misled by others. How could I blame them for that?

Though I was hurting and constantly rejected, I chose to endure in silence. I told myself that one day, they would see my grievances and understand.

Until death, I never received any sympathy from them, only seeing a group of cold-hearted strangers.

Even Esmee and the kids from the orphanage, who had benefited from me, were grateful.

But my family? Besides shedding a few fake tears at my grave, what else did they do for me?

matter how many times I appeared in front of the Sanders, they always saw me as an enemy. If I owed them anything

cared about

died in front of

and after death, I was always the

for my help, but instead, they blamed me for

the one behind all

stumbled toward me. "What did we do to deserve this? Is this still

were tied so long that she couldn't stand properly. She collapsed

her up. "Mom, what

and the

trembling. "What did you call me? Who

dropped to her knees, crying. "Mom, it's me, Anna. Don't you

"Anna..."

dreaming. It felt too strange to

and I were different. Her memories of the Sanders were from a time when

it was only for five years, she was the youngest and most cherished member of the family. Those years were the foundation of

cared about her parents and siblings. I could understand that and didn't want

white hair, looked at her deeply

nodded, apologizing quickly. "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to stay with you all these years. I know

this revelation hit the Sanders hard. Kate trembled and hugged Whitney

"Are you truly Anna?"

everything Wisteria had done to deceive them, they were cautious about trusting anyone

prove it, Whitney rolled up her sleeve, showing a small crescent-shaped scar on her right arm. "Dad, do you remember when I was three and got bitten by Mr Pierce's cat? You were so

their trust, Whitney continued, recounting details only the real Anna

when I

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