NovelEnglishChapter 406 "Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's all right now. I'm sorry-I should've been here sooner." Sean gently patted Amara's back, his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm her trembling sobs.
Amara finally loosened her grip and lifted her tear-streaked face, meeting Sean's gaze with a surprising steadiness in her eyes. "You're the best, Daddy. The very best in the whole world." Sean's expression softened completely. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I promise, I'll never be late again." "Okay." Amara buried her small head against his broad chest, though she still couldn't stop the occasional hiccup of tears.
Sean's heart ached for her. In two years, his precious daughter had never cried like this-not until today, when a madwoman had terrified her.
He glanced toward the woman sprawled on the ground. Only then did he realize who she was-Claire's mother, Adah.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAdah struggled to sit up, reaching desperately for Amara in Sean's arms. "Claire! My Claire..." Sean's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Love that comes too late is worth less than nothing.
When Claire was alive, suffering at the hands of the Linwoods, Adah had never spoken up, never shielded her daughter from cruelty. Now Claire was gone, and Adah had suddenly reappeared, mistaking Amara for the daughter she'd failed to protect. This belated compassion was sickening.
"Take her back to the hospital-and see to it I never have to look at her again." Jeffry moved in, gripping Adah firmly.
She fought with wild desperation, tears and snot streaking her face. "No! Please, don't takeback. I just want my daughter-my Claire!" Her gaze was fixed on Amara, feverish and pleading. "Claire, chwith Mommy, won't you? I miss you so much, sweetheart. I miss you every day." Amara's face remained buried in Sean's embrace, her small body still shaking from fear.
Sean held her close, carrying her to the waiting car.
"Don't go! Giveback my daughter!" Adah wailed, thrashing as they drove away.
She stared after the departing car in terror. "Don't take my daughter away-she's mine!" Jeffry's expression was cold as steel. "Your daughter died two years ago." "No-no, you're lying! She can't be dead. My Claire is still alive-she's going to live a long, happy life." Adah shook all over, her eyes vacant and haunted, her lips still whispering Claire's name.
She was a pitiful, broken figure, but Jeffry felt no sympathy. He forced her back to the psychiatric hospital. "Mr. Foster's orders: she's not to leave again," he told the trembling director.
The director nodded quickly. "Don't worry, sir. She'll never get out again." After Jeffry left, Adah was shackled with heavy chains. For the rest of her days, the iron never left her legs.
She spent the remainder of her life haunted by memories of Claire, lost in endless regret and mourning.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm*** Ten years later.
Amara, now fourteen, had blossomed into a vibrant high
schooler. At just fourteen, shoel met The content is on Ex.com! already stood nearly five foot seven.
Unlike Claire, who'd once returned to the Linwood estate looking so small and frail nothing like the tall, striking Linwoods-Amara was every inch her father's daughter.
The tragedies that once befell Claire never touched Amara. She grew up cherished as the Foster family's darling. Even in a hwithout a mother's presence, she never lacked forlove-not for a single moment.
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