Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1287 Youth's Absences Haunt Our Lives

Ann waited until Brody left before she weakly closed the door and leaned against the wall. Her whole body ached, and Brody's outburst had only made her more exhausted. She blinked, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes. Thankfully, it was Saturday, and she didn't have to go to work. She wanted to collapse back into bed, but her phone rang. It was a call from her family.

Ann's only remaining family was Connie. She hadn't been back home in years, and Connie had never called her before. But today, she did. Ann's heart trembled, and her fingertips began to shake slightly. She pressed the answer button several times before finally connecting the call.

"Mom."

"Ann, do you have time tonight? Let's meet. I have something to talk to you about."

This was the first time Connie had ever asked to meet, and Ann was a bit taken aback. When Frank and Connie were still married, Ann could feel some semblance of family from Frank. But after their divorce, she was left with Connie and hadn't felt any familial warmth since.

People could be haunted by what they lacked in their youth for a lifetime. Ann knew that Connie's tone only softened when she sent money, but she didn't care. Even that small bit of warmth was something she desperately craved. It was a pathological need, one she had long recognized and often despised herself for. But she couldn't help it. Sending money home had become a habit. Every time she heard a caring word from Connie, it made her happy.

"Okay, Mom. Send me the address."

Connie, knowing Ann would come, sent the location. After seeing the address, Ann slept in the hotel until the afternoon. It was already fall, so she wrapped a scarf around her neck before going to meet Connie.

The meeting place was an Italian restaurant. Connie wasn't willing to spend too much on Ann. A twenty-dollar bowl of pasta was already generous. Thanks to Ann's money, Connie had been living comfortably. Her clothes looked quite smooth and well-kept. Seeing the scarf around Ann's neck, Connie's face darkened.

Connie immediately yanked the scarf off. Seeing the bruises underneath, she slapped Ann hard across

Now you've become a prostitute? If

side from the force of

what to say. She instinctively licked her lips, trying to clean the blood. But Connie's hands came at her again, trying to tear off her clothes in front

shouted, clutching her clothes

Have some self-respect!" Connie's

were taking pictures. Ann worried someone might capture her face, so she quickly pulled out a mask

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you feel embarrassed? Why didn't you feel that way when you were spreading your legs for men? I'm telling you, you need to get back with

felt a wave of helplessness and couldn't explain. Because she was indeed with a man now. Though he wasn't old, she was still essentially a prostitute. The only difference was whether it was for one man

Brody is married. And he was the one who cheated first,

What do you have to compete with her? So

you. Don't be ungrateful. Stop seeing those

bag. The stacks amounted to about

tone finally softened a bit. "If you don't want to be his mistress, just treat him like

humiliated. Her face burned, especially with so many people watching. She