NovelGoldChapter 417 Ethan suddenly grabbed Amara by the arms, his eyes locked on her face, brimming with guilt and remorse.
Amara stared at the man kneeling on the floor, her expression puzzled. "Mister, do you know my mom?" Mom? A look of confusion flickered across Ethan's face.
He'd been so shaken by seeing a face nearly identical to Claire's that, in his daze, he hadn't realized the girl in front of him was only twelve or thirteen.
It wasn't until Amara's question that he finally noticed-she was far too young to be Claire.
Ethan studied the child more carefully. The resemblance to Claire was striking, but up close, he could see the differences. Claire had grown up without affection, carrying an air of insecurity. Years of neglect had left her hair dull and brittle, her skin sallow, her body frail and gaunt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the little girl before him was nothing like that. She had long, glossy black hair and flawless, fair skin, her face radiating confidence and quiet dignity. There wasn't a trace of self-doubt about her-she was clearly a child who had grown up surrounded by love.
Ethan's eyes turned red, his voice trembling. "You... you said Claire is your mother?" "Yeah. Who are you, mister?" Ethan couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He pulled Amara into a sudden embrace. "I'm your mother's brother. I'm your uncle your mom's family." Just a moment ago, Amara had been polite but distant. At the mention that this man was Claire's brother, her pretty face darkened, stormy as a summer sky.
She shoved Ethan away.
Caught off guard, Ethan fell back, landing hard in a puddle that splashed up around him.
He looked up, meeting Amara's icy gaze.
A pang of pain shot through Ethan's heart. He scrambled to his feet, reaching out as if to touch Amara's cheek. Maybe, he thought, if he could just be gentle with this face, he could make up for all he'd failed to give Claire.
Family was all Claire had ever wanted.
She used to dream that her parents or her brother might treat her kindly just a gentle touch, a word of praise, even a fraction of the warmth they showed Vanessa. That @ny bit would have been enough for her.
But even that small wish had never ctrue.
Now, Ethan tried to reach for Amara, only for her to take a step back, his hand falling through empty air.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized how coldly Amara regarded him, how much she recoiled from his touch.
Amara wasn't anything like Claire, desperate for affection.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAside from not having a mother, she had everything a child could want.
Her father loved her. Her great-grandmother adored her. May and Grace cherished her. She'd grown-up wrapped in love-why would she care about sstranger calling himself "uncle"? "If you have nothing else to say, please leave my house," Amara said coolly, brushing past him.
Ethan blocked her way. "Can you at least tell your uncle your name?"
Amara stared at him, face unreadable. "I'm warning you don't pretend to be family. I don't have an uncle."
Her words hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. "Did someone tell you something about me? m them. Even if this is the first twe've met, you're my niece. Fcare about you-we're family, by blood." Event Don't listen Amara snorted, unable to suppress a laugh.
She might be young, but she wasn't naive.
to "You couldn't even care for your own sister, and now you expectto believe you care about me? Do I look like an idiot to you?"
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