When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 720

Gianna lingered, hoping Wendy would show remorse and soften toward her. If Wendy retracted the design sketches, there was still a chance to forgive her misjudgment and recklessness.

Yet when Wendy met her gaze, already glistening with hurt, she merely furrowed her brow slightly and said, "Gianna, I told you—just call me Aunt Wendy from now on."

Gianna froze in place. She bit her lip as tears slipped down her cheeks, one by one.

Her voice quivered as she murmured, "Okay... Aunt Wendy."

She had placed so much meaning in that single title. The last word trembled with pain and resentment. Overcome, she wiped her face roughly and bolted toward the door.

Her outburst had drawn attention; everyone in the private room was watching.

Pepper's eyes reddened as well. She rose quickly, anxiety and sorrow evident on her pale face as she faced Wendy across the table.

"Wendy, you know Gianna looks up to you. She's been like that since she was a child. She hasn't done anything wrong. She just can't accept this sudden change. Even if you can't love her like a daughter, you don't have to humiliate her in front of the outsiders."

Adrian's brow furrowed slightly. He silently agreed with Pepper.

How can Wendy be so heartless? After everything, Gianna hasn't softened her in the slightest.

Adrian realized that if Wendy treated Gianna this way, he himself would be met with even greater distance.

He felt Gianna's bitterness deep in his chest—raw and stinging. Pepper's words seemed entirely justified.

Anneliese observed the tension, frowning in concern.

She didn't know the full story between Wendy and Gianna, but it was obvious that Pepper wasn't treating her sister fairly.

On impulse, Anneliese reached across the table and clasped Wendy's hand.

Wendy blinked, then glanced at Anneliese with a look that silently said, I'm okay.

Ellie noticed the subtle gesture, her large, round eyes widening. She slid her small hand between the two, resting it gently atop them.

A warmth spread through Wendy's chest. Seeing the three hands together—two small, one grown—her throat tightened unexpectedly, and her vision blurred slightly.

"Wendy? You..."

No way!

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