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Chapter 351.1 Heartless (1)

Imogen remembered the days when she was bullied the most. She dreamed of her mother coming. back, holding her and promising to never leave, telling Imogen that she had friends in school and no one would bully her again.

But upon waking up, all she found was a cold bed and a dark night, causing her to curl up and cry helplessly.

Such dreams used to be frequent during her primary school days but became less and less as she grew older.

She couldn’t remember when was the last time she had such a dream. It had been about ten years

anyway.

Where was her mother? Whether she had remarried or not? Why was her mother so heartless to never come and see her? Did her mother already have another child, leaving her behind? Those were all questions Imogen would wonder in the past.

At times, she resented her mother for abandoning her, while other times, she wondered if there were reasons behind her mother’s actions.

Eventually, Imogen stopped expecting the role of a mother and stopped feeling angry towards her mother. She simply considered that such a person didn’t exist in the world.

After her father’s death, she managed to overcome many challenges over the years.

She had never imagined that they would cross paths again.

It was an unexpected twist of fate.

Her mother turned out to be the second wife of Walter of the Harrington family.

thought. “Did she know about the news of Dad’s death? Did she know that I’d been adopted by the

by her henchmen, did she know that I am

her mother said at the hospital, and a hint

her mother must have known.

to Mike, assuming that Grace was Imogen’s daughter, and

woman’s eyes, Imogen was nothing compared to Ivette.

help

had longed for

expecting, she still found herself pitiful and laughable to long for

wind brushed Imogen’s face,

stuck in her chest, unable to express or release it.

seven in the evening. The streets of Jubilian City

a long time and arrived at the Oplipton

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railing, staring at the sea

Facebook notification

message from Troy’s account, but the tone and content were clearly from Grace: [Imogen, are you available for a video

a moment and replied:

shining brightly. She had a delicate and small nose, plump and rosy lips, and even two pieces of puff pastry at the

Imogen’s turbulent inner world calmed down

curiously asked, “Imogen, are

I’m outside now.” Imogen smiled and raised her phone,

brows and worriedly said, “Then do you still have

will show it to you when I return.”

I also want to go…”