The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 801

After searching for a while, Hilda finally found a small box tucked beneath her daughter’s desk.

She opened it with trembling hands, carefully peeling back the lid. Sure enough, inside she found a stack of letters.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hilda sifted through them until she found the envelope with her name on it.

She tore it open, heart pounding.

Mom,

I love you.

When I realized that you loved me just as I’d always hoped, I was so happy. I know you’ve felt guilty ever since I went missing, but try to see it from my perspective—if I made a terrible mistake and broke your heart, what would you do? I think, knowing you, you’d tell me there isn’t a mother on earth who would truly blame her child or stay angry for long. And I want you to know, there isn’t a daughter in this world who could ever truly stay angry with her mom, either.

I know you’re upset that I insisted on going to Mirage Cay to find Dad. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to hurt you. But this is something I have to do. I spent a lot of time at Mirage Cay and know it better than anyone. And as the head of the Vermillion Vanguard, I’ve spent years investigating what’s been happening there. Now, when it’s finally time to act, I have to go.

Mom, I hope you’ll understand.

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I thought about what I could leave you, but honestly, you have everything you need.

If I don’t make it back, just think of me as a wayward daughter and let me go. Live your life, start over.

The world is a big place. You’ll meet people who love you. Maybe you’ll even have another sweet daughter one day. You’ll be happy, I promise.

“What a silly girl… How could I ever be happy without you? And anyway, you’re the only daughter I’ll ever need,” Hilda muttered through a choked sob, her eyes stinging as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She quickly wiped her face, took a few deep breaths to steady herself, then gathered up the rest of the letters and headed downstairs.

Even though she’d brushed away the tears, her eyes were still red and puffy—something the Saunders family noticed, but no one asked about.

Hilda set the other letters on the table and sank into the sofa, staring blankly into space.

The rest of the Saunders family wasted no time finding their own letters among the pile.

Citrine had written a letter to each of them. She’d also left a set of herbal remedies for Herschel and Inez Saunders.

Neither of the elders had expected her to be so thoughtful. They remembered mentioning their minor health complaints in passing; no one in the family had paid much attention, but Citrine had listened—and even gone to the trouble of preparing treatments for them.

These weren’t prescriptions you could write in a day or two. It meant she’d been thinking about this for quite some time.

The old couple finished reading their letters, quietly dabbing at their eyes.

Monica and Wade Saunders had received letters too.

Wade, thank you for always making me laugh and cheering me up these past few months. You’re a wonderful brother, and I’ve loved every moment we’ve spent together.

While I’m gone, I hope you’ll finally put your racing team together and build something you can be proud of.

By the way, I put a management plan for the team in this box. I hope it helps.

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