Chapter 479 Should I Tell Her?
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“Her name is Sylvia, right? Do you think I should tell her about her real family?”
After a long silence, Anneliese leaned against Jonathan’s chest and asked softly.
Jonathan lazily stroked her back, his voice calm and unhurried. “Do you want to tell her?”
He had no interest in other women’s affairs. The only thing that mattered to him was whether the girl in his arms was happy.
Anneliese frowned slightly. “I’m not sure. After hearing what you said, I feel like her life is peaceful and carefree right now. The White family is a mess. If she finds out the truth about her background, it’ll only bring her unnecessary worries. People from the White family might even start interfering with her life. But if she already knows she was adopted, maybe she’s still hoping to reunite with her real family.”
Her expression grew troubled. She remembered how, back at the orphanage, almost every child dreamed of finding their parents.
“Grandma–I mean, Old Mrs. White was the only one who ever took my side and treated me kindly. When I was brought there, she was overjoyed. She hugged me and cried for a long time. She treated me well because she believed I was her real granddaughter. If she’s watching from above and knows Sylvia is actually her granddaughter, she’d probably want to make it up to her. The apartment at Maple Bay was left to me by hér, along with a bracelet. I want to give both to Sylvia.”
Earlier, Selina had tried to get those things from Anneliese, but there was no way she would hand them over. Now that she knew she wasn’t Gloria’s real granddaughter, keeping those things felt wrong. She decided to give them to Sylvia as a way of making up for the granddaughter Gloria never got to meet. To do that, she would have to tell Sylvia the truth about her background.
When she finished, Anneliese looked up at Jonath
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“Am I overthinking this?”
Jonathan’s eyes softened. He reached out and gently smoothed the furrow between her brows with his fingertips. Only when her expression relaxed did he speak.
No. My sweet wife is just too kind. That’s why you think about these things so carefully.”
She had never even met Sylvia, yet she cared deeply about her. The White family had oppressed her, and Sylvia was the one who should have suffered those injustices. In a way, she had endured it all for her.
Despite everything, she still held kindness in her heart for the White family’s real daughter. She was the one standing in the rain, yet she still wanted to hold an umbrella for someone else.
Her heart was still tender, just as it had been when she was a child. Jonathan’s mind drifted back to a scene outside Frederick’s memorial years earlier.
That day, his family’s visit had upset her grandmother so much that she fainted. She was rushed to the hospital, and his grandfather had wanted to take him home, but he refused. He stayed outside the memorial hall until nightfall/People came and went without sparing him a glance.
Then the little girl appeared. He thought she was going to scold him–or bite him again. Her eyes were red
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and swollen, and her voice was hoarse. “Come with me.”
He followed as she led him behind the memorial wall, head lowered.
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“Grandma won’t let you pay your respects, so I can’t take you inside. Just leave the flowers by the wall. My mom and dad can see them. Once you’re done, go home.”
He stared at her, stunned. She glared back at him fiercely.
“Hurry up. I might change my mind.”
She tried to look tough, but her eyes were brimming with tears–like a little bunny baring its teeth.
He bowed to the wall and set the bouquet down.
The girl turned to leave, but he couldn’t help calling out.
“You don’t hate me anymore?”
She bit her lip and looked back at him. “If it weren’t for you, my mom and dad wouldn’t be dead. My little brother would’ve been born!”
His chest tightened, and he lowered his head, fists clenched.
Then her choked voice came again. “Your life was exchanged for my dad’s. You have to live well.”
By the time he looked up in shock, she was already gone.
“Honey? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Anneliese waited for him to respond. When he didn’t, she reached out and poked him gently.
His lashes fluttered, and he gave her a small, crooked smile.
“What did you just say?”
She stared at him, sensing something strange in his gaze. It felt as if he was looking at her, but also through her–at someone else entirely.
I asked whether I should tell Sylvia or not. You still haven’t answered me.”
Jonathan didn’t like how much her thoughts revolved around a stranger. His voice cooled slightly.
“You’re not her, so there’s no need to worry so much on her behalf. She’s not a child anymore. If we tell her everything, whether she wants to meet her real family is up to her. It has nothing to do with us.”
