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?

no matter how many times I appeared in front of the Sanders, they always saw me as an enemy. If I owed them anything for raising me, it was paid back the moment I

I cared about in the Sanders were

a thing if the others died in front of me. I had already severed all

death, I was always the villain in

I thought they might ask for my help, but instead, they blamed me for

was the

the table and stumbled toward me. "What

tied so long that she couldn't stand properly.

her up. "Mom,

revelation, and the Sanders were frozen in

looked at Whitney, trembling. "What did you call

knees, crying. "Mom, it's me,

"Anna..."

process this, as though she were dreaming. It felt too strange to be

were different. Her memories of the Sanders were

cherished member of the family. Those years were the foundation of her

understand that and didn't want to let my

still youthful in his 50s but with full white hair, looked at her deeply and

nodded, apologizing quickly. "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to stay with

of this revelation hit the Sanders hard. Kate

"Are you truly Anna?"

Wisteria had done to deceive them, they were cautious about

on her right arm. "Dad, do you remember when I was three and

Wisteria had replicated this scar to earn their trust, Whitney continued, recounting details only the real Anna would

remember when I

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