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 "

finish, Hilda's patience snapped. "That's enough. Both of you

but seeing Hilda's stormy expression-so close to

wound, and Hilda's most sensitive

lips together, then helped Wade up from the floor, and

they emerged from the basement, they finally

Wade both let

turned to Monica, his eyes searching. "Monica, what you said

hope. "You really

nodded earnestly. "I can't be sure yet,

is she? Take me to her," Wade blurted out, a surge of

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 dramatically. "You really think you're in any shape to

let out a short, unsympathetic laugh. "Why don't you focus on healing first? You don't want to scare her off by

conceding the

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