Chapter 1022 - 530: Memories Unfold, True Origins Revealed

"Really, you must be Auntie’s daughter because you look almost exactly like her, and your father has three broken fingers. The time of your birth matches too." Eliza Bell held Avery Jane’s hand, overwhelmed with excitement. No one can understand how important the word ’sisters’ is to her.

It turns out there was such a story in her mother’s past. So many things have happened lately, so many that she is almost unable to digest them...

"Sister, we must avenge Auntie. It was my mother’s dying wish, she always regretted not being able to personally kill the person who caused her sister’s death. All these years, I’ve been preparing and keeping an eye on Vincent Hunter’s every move. Such scum must face the appropriate retribution. You don’t know how much Grandmother regretted it; she became depressed and died because of this. My mother also couldn’t let go of it." Eliza Bell’s eyes revealed strong hatred. How could a man do something so abominable to a pregnant woman? She has been waiting for this day to arrive, always needing to seek justice for the deceased.

Avery Jane’s lips had a faint, bitter smile. It turns out her mother was just like her. She could almost imagine her mother walking into the room with her father and closing the door, as she too had experienced similar circumstances. She was luckier, as Wenyard Cooper rested in a small box, but she could still feel her mother’s despair, sorrow, shame, and helplessness at that time. Unable to watch him die—even though being seized and humiliated was more painful than death, she still chose that path.

"Sister, tomorrow I’ll bring you the Hughes Clan’s share certificates." Eliza Bell reached out and held Avery Jane’s hand, suddenly realizing these issues were too unexpected for Avery Jane. The warmth from Eliza Bell’s hand snapped her back to reality.

"There’s no need, I don’t want it." The Hughes Clan’s share certificates—what would she do with them? The thing she least wanted to be involved in for the rest of her life was Joshua Hughes. Just thinking of his name felt like being pricked by a needle, and his deep-set eyes always appeared in her mind—mysterious like midnight, captivating like the stars. She might not be lucky, but at least the man who possessed her was more pleasing to the eye and comforting than the man she saw at George Parker’s funeral in Las Vegas.

"I must give them to you. How you handle it is up to you because it’s a solemn vow I’ve taken." Eliza Bell said seriously. It’s her responsibility, and today she can finally be at peace. There’s just one thing left—avenging Auntie, which was also her mother’s dying wish. However, Vincent Hunter is now very powerful, but everyone has weaknesses, and he does too...

"Sister, aren’t you happy that I found you?" Eliza Bell asked cautiously. She felt Avery Jane wasn’t as excited, happy, and thrilled as when she first found her. She was always distracted and dazed.

Avery Jane’s eyes reddened—how could she not be happy? There’s finally someone related to her in this world, and she’s no longer alone. It was just her parents’ past that was hard for her to adjust to. She hugged Eliza Bell, her voice gentle and moving: "How can I not be happy? I’m so glad I’m no longer walking alone in this world, thank you, Eliza Bell..." Outside, the leaves had turned tender green, full of new life and vigor. Eliza Bell embraced Avery Jane, having persevered like a pilgrim on her journey, finally fulfilling her wish one day.

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The night came silently, and Avery Jane gazed at the darkness outside. She spent the entire day digesting the past she heard.

In the end, the man’s face always appeared before her eyes. His strange behavior at the funeral revealed that she was acquainted with Vincent Hunter.

In Avery Jane’s clear and pure heart, the flower of revenge slowly blossomed like the most beautiful poppy. If he made her father lose everything at the gambling table and caused her mother to suffer humiliation, then she would seek justice for her parents at the gambling table.

At this moment, she couldn’t blame her father for being indifferent. Perhaps it was because he loved too deeply, felt guilty, or maybe she resembled her mother too much, which made her father avoid looking at her often. Perhaps love was too profound, and that’s why many couples who loved each other couldn’t be together in this life. This pain can only be understood by those who have experienced it.