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."

the silver needle to

flooded back, it felt like a dam bursting

to furrow her brow

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

overwhelming. She couldn't bear the

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

and the scene of Clifton stabbing her mother before her

memories caused unbearable pain and

"Harriet, are you alright?"

extremely anxious seeing her struggle to recover. She couldn't help but

at this moment,

the past flashed through her mind like

Her head throbbed unbearably.

memories were like knives piercing her heart one after

pain of recollection outweighed

father

her mother didn't die, she couldn't come to

happen before her eyes and feeling

I need

out of the ward without any obstruction, tears

a hospital. Although she was heartbroken,