Abigail Zimrman suddenly fell silent, lowering her gaze as tears plopped onto her own hands.
She wept while muttering.
"I just feel so sorry for Nora. She’s still a child in her blooming season, without any sches, yet Julian Zane deceived her completely and she kept believing in his innocence. Everyone could see that woman’s intentions towards Julian back then, everyone but her. She was naive, believing Julian’s words...
A few days ago I t her daughter. The mont I saw that child, I thought of Nora. A daughter born after being carried for ten months, yet she treats her mother’s killer as her own mother. It just makes feel that Nora deserved better..."
"Did you say you saw her daughter?"
Samuel Zane turned his head, a trace of astonishnt on his stern face.
Abigail Zimrman lifted her head, her fingers wiping the tears on her face, "George saw her a few years ago too, and he didn’t let ntion it to you."
"Ah..." Samuel Zane heaved a sigh, leaning back in his study, the eighty-year-old man burying all his thoughts to himself.
"Dad, I saw that child so ti ago, she looks exactly like Nora when she was young, very likable..."
"She must be thirty by now."
Staring at the ceiling, the old man muttered to himself, Abigail Zimrman quickly nodded, "Yes, she’s two years younger than Wenhao, she should be thirty-one this year."
"Ah, how ti spares no one!" the old man sighed again, seizing the mont, Abigail Zimrman hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.
"Dad, let’s acknowledge that child back, she is a child of the Zane Family, we can’t let her be deceived for a lifeti, recognizing her enemy as her birth mother."
"What nonsense you speak! It’s her own choice!" Another booming roar erupted, and the old man sprang up, turning his head to glare at Abigail Zimrman, his expression stern.
"But she is a child of the Zane Family, how can you bear to see her abandoned outside?"
Abigail Zimrman accused tearfully, among all the children who grew up in the large courtyard, only she and Nora got along best. She hadn’t t before, and it was fine, but now that she had, how could she bear not to let her own child acknowledge her ancestry!
Realizing he might have been too harsh, Samuel Zane sighed again, leaning back into the couch, looking at the ceiling.
"Oh, Abigail, do you know, the ss Nora made back in the day was too huge, even if that woman wasn’t involved, those people wouldn’t have let her off, ah..." Samuel Zane sighed again, "Now, so many people are eyeing the Zane Family, hoping for us to slip up. If we bring that child back, I’m afraid those people will create trouble using her!"
"Dad, so many years have passed, they might have forgotten by now." Abigail Zimrman comforted at the side, Julian Zane turned his head back, the eighty-year-old man’s eyes sharp as a hawk’s.
"Forgotten?" Julian Zane scoffed, "I’m afraid we in the Zane Family are the ones who might forget, but they won’t! It hasn’t been easy for our Zane Family to maintain our status for so many years, I don’t want Nora’s montary foolishness to bring disaster to the entire Zane Family, furthermore," Julian Zane sighed again, leaning back once more.
"Just let that child fend for herself, recognizing her enemy as her mother is much safer than getting involved in politics."
Seeing the old man’s helpless and powerless appearance, Abigail Zimrman finally stopped persuading.
Returning to the Zane Family ans being involved in politics, the ss Nora had made back in the day, if not for her untily death, she probably wouldn’t have lived peacefully either.
Sighing, Abigail Zimrman muttered to herself, "Nora, why were you so foolish, for that man, it wasn’t worth it..."
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