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 enough. Both of

but seeing Hilda's stormy expression-so close to boiling over-she

most sensitive spot. Monica understood that pushing any further would

pressed her lips together, then helped Wade up

emerged from the basement, they finally escaped that

and Wade both let out

eyes searching. "Monica, what you said back

"You really think we've

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

to her," Wade blurted out,

born. Just the thought of finding her again sent adrenaline rushing through Wade's veins. Monica eyed the

don't you focus on healing

nodded, conceding

you do

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