Chapter 567
Myra watched Felicia grow up, witnessing her transformation from resignation to hope, only to see all her hopes shatter in the end. They pierced her soul like countless sharp blades.
The deepest wounds were often inflicted by those closest to one.
Myra saw with her own eyes how Kayla, with her innocent and gentle facade, secretly orchestrated schemes. Beneath her seemingly innocent and pitiful exterior lurked a sinister expression eerily similar to that of Howell and Tabitha. She schemed repeatedly, sowed discord, and framed Felicia time after
In the end, she put on a falling–into–the–sea act and pinned all the blame on Felicia!
Myra watched helplessly as her past self slapped Felicia hard across the face, severed ties, and cast her out of the family.
In the end, with their tacit approval, Arnold sent Felicia to prison under the guise of seeking justice for Kayla. It was to punish Felicia, to make her pay the price she deserved.
And while all this was happening, Kayla hid in the shadows, laughing with delight.
Later, Felicia died, but Kayla emerged unscathed, claiming that she had been miraculously saved after falling into the sea. She pretended to have suffered amnesia and only recently regained her memory, allowing her to return home.
It was a flimsy excuse, yet that was all it took to convince everyone!
No one questioned her story, nor did anyone doubt her miraculous return. Instead, they celebrated, believing it was divine providence to regain what was
once lost
Myra’s chest tightened, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
How blind and foolish must she have been to ignore her biological daughter’s years of suffering, all to protect the reputation of an imposter? To overlook Howell and Tabitha’s heinous deeds and even willingly pay them so million as hush money?
How blind must she have been to dismiss her daughter’s cries for justice time and again, failing to see through the petty schemes of a con artist and ultimately becoming an accomplice in driving her own child to her death?
How much of a fool must she have been to show such blatant favoritism and end up in this situation?
Regret and hatred ate at her heart.
The more Myra thought about it, the more her heart twisted in pain. Waves of remorse washed over her, leaving her hands and feet icy cold. She clutched her head and spat out another mouthful of blood
Her eyes opened to the warm glow of the ceiling light.
Dexter’s worried yet hopeful voice echoed in her ear,
“Darling, you’re awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Why are you crying? Tell me. I’ll take you to the hospital!”
Myra stared blankly for a long time. A tear slid down the corner of her eye, after which she shook her head.
Her body
ly felt numb, void of pain. Only her heart felt as if a plece had been carved out. It was hollow, aching, and filled with regret.
She gripped Dexter’s hand tightly as silent tears continued to fall, quickly dampening the pillow beneath her. “I had such a long, long dream…”
In that dream, she saw her past life and her present.
Dexter, who had recently said similar words, seemed to understand. He held her hand firmly and gently said, “It’s over now, darling. It’s all in the past…. Don’t think about it anymore.
Myra’s gaze at the ceiling, her eyes vacant.
That long dream had shown her her past life from a new perspective.
When she was inving it, she hadn’t thought she was wr
sew her indecision and ignorance, her tolerance of what should not have been toleratest
wrong. But viewing it from this angle, she saw her own impulsiveness and self–righteousness. She
There had been so many opportunities to change things, yet she had chosen to blind herself to ignore the truth and deceive herself.
