The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory
Chapter 88: I’ll Help You Change (2)

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: I’ll Help You Change (2)

Of course, he knew there were differences between men and women.

Especially with the current peculiar situation.

Seeing Mia Ginger fall silent,

Mia was very pale, although thin, she was already almost a twenty-year-old young lady.

Endowed by heaven with a beautiful complexion.

Koa Jackson first noticed her exquisite, delicate collarbone, its graceful curve slightly protruding, appearing and disappearing under the bedroom’s warm light, highlighting her fragile, thin snow-white skin, like a delicate, soft petal that would tremble with moisture at the slightest touch.

Mia had a stubborn nature, always obedient in front of him, but not with the gentleness typical of other girls, rather, obedient like a child.

Koa Jackson suddenly felt she was like a flower bud.

The most fragile, pitiable one on the branch in early spring, touched by dewdrops, standing in the slightly chilly air, shivering with the gentle breeze.

Koa turned his gaze away,

He frowned slightly, breathing a bit heavily, throwing her bloodstained shirt into the trash can not far away, wrapping her in his own shirt, slowly dressing her.

Meticulous and patient, as if taking care of a baby.

Mia seemed a bit dazed.

In fact, she had appeared numb the entire evening.

Camilia Davis’s death seemed to have suddenly hollowed her out, her soul finding nothing to cling to, floating uneasily, caught in a struggle.

The oppressive feeling of anger made it a bit hard for her to breathe.

Zuri Ginger, Lilian Jackson, Marianne Jackson, Lydia Williams...

Each of them investigated her, ridiculed her, exposing Camilia’s disgrace for all to know.

Were they the ones who drove Camilia to her death?

Even though she didn’t have much time left, she refused to drag it out for even the last few months, choosing such a decisive way to cut off her retreat.

All just to make her return to the Ginger Family.

It’s said that wrist-cutting is the method of suicide that requires the most determination, because even a tiny bit of hesitation would stop someone from inflicting such cutting pain on themselves.

How cruel, how hateful, how ridiculous.

These people clearly couldn’t tolerate her, yet her consistently weak foster mother gave up her life to send her back.

Very well.

That is truly great.

The tear stains on Mia’s face slowly dried up as she sat on the washstand, allowing Koa to wring out a towel to wipe her face.

Wiping away those tears and traces of blood, wiping away the last vestiges of her weakness and compromise.

Wiping away her resolve to distance herself from the Ginger Family.

Wiping away her embarrassing past.

No longer Eastern Peak Village, no longer Camilia Davis, no longer that selfish and vile,

Cloud Capital Ginger Family, the eldest lady.

The most rightful, legitimate one.