Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 944:

Kinslee’s eyes glistened faintly, betraying a hint of tears. “There’s no doubt about it. You’ve got Lily’s eyes, and even the same little mole on your earlobe.”

Kinslee’s hand, unsteady with age, reached out. She softly patted Allison’s head. “Poor child, you’ve endured so much,” she said gently.

For a moment, Allison couldn’t seem to take it all in.

“Then why did my mother leave me all those years ago?” she asked.

She didn’t even realize when tears started rolling down her face. As a child, she had never cried, not even when people called her a pathetic orphan. Even the times when bullies tormented her, she had kept her tears inside. But now, as Kinslee’s frail hand stroked her hair, Allison’s chest tightened. Her nose tingled, and her eyes turned red.

Kellan gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Allison, we’ve got all the time in the world now,” he said softly. He could tell that her emotions were spilling over, too powerful to control.noveldrama

“Grandma, this is Allison. She’s my girlfriend,” Kellan added.

The elderly woman, who was often in a trance but now suddenly clear-headed, slowly reached out and clasped their hands in hers.

“That’s good.” She smiled warmly.

Kinslee seemed deeply moved, her eyes darting back and forth between Kellan and Allison.

“Allison, your mother’s name was Lilyana Atkinson,” she began. “Many years ago, when she was expecting you, she came to Ontdale. One day, she saved Kellan’s mother, Gianna.”

Her gaze drifted as she sank into the past, but the effort of recalling more seemed to cause her head to ache visibly.

Kinslee spoke slowly, her voice heavy with regret. “I remember Lily telling me that if anything ever happened to her, we should look after you. But here I am, an old fool… After I got sick, I forgot all about you…”

Kinslee pressed her hand to her forehead, speaking through the pain.

“I need to think… think about what happened all those years ago. You must be aching to know,” she continued.

However, as she tried to remember, her mind seemed to struggle. The more she attempted to recall, the harder it became.

“There’s no rush, Kinslee. Take your time,” Allison said gently.

She understood that there was no point in hurrying now. After waiting for over twenty years, a little more time meant nothing to her.

Kellan gently handed Kinslee a cup of warm milk.

“Allison’s right. Let’s take things one step at a time. Share with us whatever you can remember,” Kellan suggested.

“Alright,” Kinslee replied, holding the warm cup in her hands. She felt its heat seep into her palms.

“Allison, I feel like I’ve seen you before… maybe that day on the mountainside,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Allison closely. “Wasn’t it you who helped me down from the mountain that night and took me to the care home?”

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