Novel Legend
Chapter 67
Perhaps Rena’s deception was so artfully executed that Eloise found herself believing it.
Following their dinner, Rena retreated to her room and retrieved a large box, from which she extracted a photo album.
Carefully opening its pages, a photograph of her mother during her youth graced its surface.
Rena caressed it gently, a touch filled with longing.
Her mother had passed away when she was merely ten years old. A year later, her father married Eloise.
Rena could vividly recall the frequent quarrels between her father and Eloise during that time. On one occasion, Eloise wept inconsolably and queried why her husband treated someone else’s child so well while refusing to let her bear their own child. It was then that Rena discovered she was not Darren’s biological daughter.
Fearful of sudden abandonment, she would sometimes indulge in childish demands for a sibling whenever Darren and Eloise did not quarrel.
However, Eloise had never conceived.
Eloise had loved Darren wholeheartedly and raised Rena as her own. She had shown immense kindness to Rena.
How could Rena bear the thought of Eloise enduring a decade or more behind bars?
A solitary tear cascaded onto the photograph, prompting Rena to hastily wipe it away, ever so gently.
Unbeknownst to Rena, Eloise observed this poignant scene from the doorway.
In the softest of voices, Eloise spoke up. “Weren’t you supposed to meet someone? Put on some appropriate attire before you go out.”
Rena closed the photo album, returning it to its place.
She rose to her feet and changed her clothes. Just before departing, an overwhelming urge compelled Rena to embrace Eloise tightly.
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However, Rena offered a faint smile and assured her that the person Vera had sought help from was highly capable. Rena added that Harold might even hold him in high regard, which persuaded Eloise not to impede her.
With a gentle closing of the door, Rena leaned against it, her gaze vacant and lost in thought for an extended period.
By this time, dusk had already settled upon the land.
After a prolonged contemplation of the sky above, Rena eventually turned around and boarded the bus.
Upon arriving at Harold’s grand villa, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. Harold, dressed in a formal suit, was seated on the sofa, indulging in a drink. The soft glow from a crystal lamp illuminated his striking features.
In the past, Rena might have been captivated by his charm. However, her present sentiment was one of repulsion.
In a husky voice, Harold inquired, “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all day!”
Rena remained silent as Harold stared at her quietly.
He then set down his glass and stood up.