The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 385

Ever since Hilda lost her daughter, every single day had felt like an ordeal she was forced to endure.

Over the years, she'd torn Crestwood apart, searching every corner, yet not even a trace of her daughter had surfaced.

So when Monica spoke now, Hilda's first reaction was fear.

She'd been disappointed so many times already-each rumor, every glimmer of hope, had dissolved into nothing. Again and again, hope only led to heartbreak.

Monica spoke tentatively. "Aunt Hilda, that girl... she really looks like you."

Hilda's face had flickered with a brief spark of hope, but at Monica's words, her eyes darkened. “Looks mean nothing," she said flatly.

Too many times she'd seen girls who bore some resemblance to her, only for each meeting to end in disappointment.

"But Aunt Hilda, she's nothing like the others we've found before," Monica insisted. "Her eyes, her features-they're almost identical to yours. If you'd just see her "

Hilda's patience snapped. "That's

press on, but seeing Hilda's stormy expression-so close

wound, and Hilda's most sensitive spot. Monica understood that pushing

Wade up from the

they emerged from the basement, they finally escaped

Wade both let out long sighs of

to Monica, his eyes searching. "Monica, what

"You really think

nodded earnestly. "I can't be sure yet, but this time... I really think

Wade blurted out, a surge of excitement in

hope, loved even before she was born. Just the thought of finding her again sent adrenaline rushing through Wade's veins. Monica eyed the bruises and cuts on Wade's body, rolling her eyes

don't you focus on healing first? You don't want to scare

conceding

glanced at him, suddenly curious. "What did you do this time, anyway? Aunt Hilda really