The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

"Mom... please, just tell me the truth about what happened back then. I know you've been hiding something from me."

"Harriet, you..." Miriam was taken aback.

She was about to offer some excuses but saw her daughter frowning with an urgent expression.

"Mom, please tell me. These are my memories after all. Losing them feels terrible. I have the right to know the truth, don't I?"

After hearing that, Miriam was somewhat hesitant.

She really didn't want Harriet to suffer another blow, but...

Harriet was right. She had the right to know the truth.

Miriam sighed, and the tight grip of her teeth eventually loosened.

"You should have the silver needles I gave you. Take them out."

Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled out a few short but delicate silver needles from her belt.

"One is enough. Extend your hand."

silver needle to

flooded back, it felt like a

to furrow

face contorted in pain as she tried to alleviate it by massaging her temples, but the

She couldn't bear the sudden rush of

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

childhood meeting with Delbert and the scene of Clifton stabbing her mother before her very

jumble of memories caused unbearable pain

"Harriet, are you alright?"

struggle to recover. She couldn't help but

this moment, Harriet

flashed through

Her head throbbed unbearably.

like knives piercing

of recollection

she had witnessed her father stabbing

mother didn't die, she couldn't come

couldn't bear seeing everything happen before her eyes and feeling powerless

sorry. I

ward without any obstruction,

was still a hospital. Although she was heartbroken, she maintained