Chapter 413 Took Care Of Out Of Pity
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Cherise stood motionless by the door, unaffected by the pleas of others.
Rain poured down on the town relentlessly and mercilessly.
The water rose, reaching Cheriseâs waist.
Yet, she remained on her knees, unmoving.
Jack had gathered almost every villager in town to try and convince her.
But she remained firmly rooted to the ground.
Everyone praised Cherise for being a dutiful child, one of the greatest blessings in Elvisâs life.
But Cherise knew she didnât deserve that reputation..
Her knees had not left the ground since the rain began, and she remained as steadfast as a rock. even amidst the rumbling thunder.
Eventually, the rain stopped, but Cherise continued to kneel.
Even Damien couldnât persuade her to stand up.
Her stubbornness was intimidating.
Dusk had fallen.
âWhen will you stop being so foolish?â
A cold, indifferent voice echoed from above. Cherise looked up in disbelief, âAunt Sarah!â
âSlap!â
Sarah slapped her across the face without hesitation.
Cheriseâs head spun from the harsh blow.
She struggled to lift her head, her gaze fixed on Sarah before her.
Sarah appeared thinner and more fragile than the last time Cherise had seen her.
Sarah stood before Cherise, her gaze filled with arrogance. âI wouldnât have known you were here if it werenât for Mr. Lenoir. Have you lost your mind?â
Cherise stood frozen in shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. âAunt SarahâŠâ
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She lunged at Sarah, her drenched b*dy wrapping around Sarahâs legs.
Sarah turned her head away, her eyes shimmering with emotion.
Nevertheless, she took a deep breath and composed herself before speaking coldly. âWho are you calling your aunt?â
âCherise, you have your biological parents and real uncle and aunt. Elvis and I have no relation to you whatsoever.â
Cherise froze, her bloodshot eyes reflecting her conflicting emotions. âAunt SarahâŠâ
âAre you
abandoning me?â Cherise asked, her voice trembling.
âWhy should I keep you around?â
Sarah chuckled under her breath. âI have two sons of my own.â
âYouâre just a child I took care of out of pity. Youâre no different from a stray animal.â
Sarahâs gaze was cold and indifferent. âWas I wrong to abandon you when I no longer needed. you?â
âSave your tears for my funeral. Perhaps then I might appreciate them. After all, youâre such a sentimental fool.â
âNow, go live your life as you wish.â
âBut Aunt SarahâŠâ
Tears welled up in Cheriseâs eyes. âDid you remarry?â she asked, her voice trembling.
âYes,â Sarah replied curtly.
Sarah took a deep breath and shouted, âStop this charade! And donât ask your husband to find me again. I just want to live my life in peace like everyone else.â
âI donât need your pity. My new husband and I are happy.â
Cheriseâs tears flowed freely. âWhat about Uncle Shaw?â
âThatâs none of my concern.â
Sarah regained her composure, her icy glare piercing Cherise. Tm a simple, powerless woman from the countryside. Iâm not capable of caring for or helping Elvis,â
âI just want to ensure my children have enough to eat.â
âIf youâre dwelling on the past,â
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Her face filled with frustration, she glared at Cherise. âYou should go find him.â
âHe was the one who took you in and raised you. He didnât want to let you go.â
âYou should be grateful to him, not me.â
After a moment, Sarah sighed softly, saying, âElvis is most likely still alive. If he were dead, he would have come to me in my dreams.â
âDonât cry. Your husband is capable, and so are your biological parents.â
âWith their help, youâll be able to find him.â