Chapter 501
“Eve, I know you’re angry that I didn’t look for you throughout the years. I just… I just didn’t know how
to face you, so I-”
Isabelle’s remark was tantamount to pouring fuel on the fire. I jerked my head up and glowered at her
resentfully even as I roared, “Just because you didn’t know how to face me, so you decided to avoid
me? For that reason, you simply pretended that you have no daughter? If it weren’t for this party today
that had us bumping into each other, were you nning to avoid me for the rest of your life?”
“No, that’s not it. Let me exin, Eve. I-”
“Then, tell me this—was it you I saw on the street three days ago?” I snarled, all my sanity obliterated
by rage. After so many years, the image of my mother has be increasingly faded. Sometimes,
when I dreamed of her at night, I even doubted that I actually had no mother and all those wonderful
memories were just fantasies my mind made up because I was missing my mother too much.
“You’ve grown up, Eve.” The look in Isabelle’s eyes as she gazed at me radiated an indecipherable
sense of sorrow. She stared at me intently. “I’m really d to see that you’ve grown up well and are
even so outstanding now. It seems that your father took good care of you. It turns out that he has some
conscience, after all. As such, I can finally rest easy.”
Haha! Sure enough, she has never paid any attention to me throughout the years. Otherwise, why
would she say such a thing? Nathan is good to me and took good care of me? That’s the funniest joke
I’ve ever heard! If it weren’t for my memories verifying the fact that I’m truly a Tanner, a daughter of the
Tanner family, I’d suspect that I was merely adopted. Thus, they then had reason to be apathetic
toward me, and my father could also treat me worse than a stranger!
“You only need to tell me this—was it you I saw on the street that day?” I demanded through gritted
teeth. “I don’t want to listen to anything else.”
Isabelle went silent for a moment. At my obstinacy, she finally nodded before heaving a sigh and
admitting, “Yes, it was me.”
“Haha!” I inexorably burst intoughter, cackling so hard that I doubled over. “You shouldn’t have
attended this party. And even if you did, you shouldn’t have asked for a meeting with me. Since you
didn’t want to see me in the past, what’s the point of doing so now?”
“Eve, I just… just… missed you too much, so I came to see you. I’m sorry.” Isabelle sighed again. She
seemed to be enveloped by great sorrow, making her entire person seem mncholic.
“Did you miss me so much that you didn’t even have the time to give me a call?” Inhaling deeply, I lifted
my head and tried my utmost best to hold back my tears that were on the verge of falling. I don’t want
to cry, nor am I willing to do so! If I’m the only one who’d been anticipating this reunion that had been a
long timeing, why should I shed any tears?
“It’s not that I didn’t want to give you a call, but I couldn’t do so,” Isabelle murmured.
“Please stop putting up an act. The moment I reached eight years old, I no longer had a mother. When
my father beat me, I didn’t have a mother to protect me. When Yvette picked on me, I likewise had no
mother to shield me. When Crystal pushed me in the water, causing me to almost drown… and when
my reputation was ruined after my husband was snatched away, pushing me to the brink of ending
everything, no one around me cared about me. Where were you then?”
That was exactly how human nature worked—one might not really care when it was something
unattainable, but when one came to possess it, one couldn’t ept the pain of losing it. I yearned to
see her, but I didn’t expect that I could actually bring myself to say something so outrageous after
seeing her now!
“Nathan wasn’t good to you?” Isabelle demanded furiously as she finally registered the meaning of my
words.
I didn’t want to continue talking to her anymore, so I spun on my heels to leave. However, she grabbed
my wrist. “Eve!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not all that close with you, Mrs. Goldstein. Please excuse me if there’s nothing else. I
still have to attend the art exhibition andpete tomorrow, so I don’t have the time to tarry here.”
Shaking off her hand, I bolted out of the room.
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This time, Isabelle didn’t chase after me, and I couldn’t really tell whether I was more disappointed or
sad. After leaving the room, I couldn’t help bursting into tears. I wailed at the top of my lungs.
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