The brother is named Edward Allen, a man should protect his home and country.
She is named Nancy Allen, her parents hope she remains safe and peaceful.
But this name, carrying their parents’ love, was forgotten.
When she disappeared in her past life, she was too young, and the Wright family immediately changed her name, erasing all traces of her disappearance to keep the Allen family from finding her.
When the Allen family found her then, her mother, with tears in her eyes, told her that her original name was Nancy.
But at the time, she coldly refused to be called Nancy, saying she was used to being called Amelia Wright.
After being reborn, she dared not call herself Nancy, she felt unworthy.
This name that she never dared to mention now is forced out of Amelia Wright’s mouth with difficulty.
On the other end of the line, there’s a sound of a crash, like something was dropped or shattered.
And then a middle-aged man’s voice: "Grace, what happened, are you hurt."
A gentle voice trembled: "I... she... Nancy..."
"Grace, don’t be like this, I know you miss our daughter, haven’t there been some news recently? Maybe we will find her soon."
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Amelia Wright heard the commotion on the other end, her heart aching.
Clara Goodman gently pushed her husband aside and asked cautiously into the phone: "Nancy, is that you? Is it really you?"
"It’s me..."
"Where are you now? Mom will come... come to find you."
Clara didn’t ask if it was true or false; instinctively, she believed it was true. She didn’t ask if her child had been well over the years, didn’t ask how her child found her, she asked nothing, only wanting to know where her child was, so she could immediately bring her back.
Amelia Wright remained silent.
She couldn’t return to the Allen family.
She couldn’t face her parents; the tragic death of her parents in her past life was her deepest nightmare.
If she returned to the Allen family, her parents wouldn’t let her pursue her calculated revenge.
She still had too much vengeance left unfulfilled; she couldn’t go back...
Clara, not hearing a response, spoke with a voice so anxious it was almost a sob: "Child, if you don’t want to say, I won’t ask. Please don’t hang up... don’t hang up the phone."
Clara’s nerves were taut, fearing the call would cut off, shattering the slender hope she’d finally grasped.
Amelia Wright finally spoke: "I won’t hang up."
She said she wouldn’t hang up, and Clara clung to it like a lifeline.
Seeing Amelia Wright unwilling to speak of her location, Clara choked out other questions: "Nancy, have you been well all these years? Has anyone bullied you? Have you been eating well, putting on more clothes in the cold? Without Mom around... who takes care of my Nancy!"
Clara was on the verge of breaking down.
No one knew the kind of unbearable pain a mother feels when losing her child.
In countless days and nights, she wondered if her child was warm and fed. What if she fell ill? Who would care for her?
Clara was in such pain she wanted to die, but she could not die, not until she found Nancy; she couldn’t die.
Amelia Wright listened to the sobbing voice on the other end, her fingers stiffened around the phone.
She softly said, "These years I’ve been doing well, eating well and staying warm, I can take care of myself... don’t... cry."
She lied; if her mother knew the truth, she couldn’t bear it.
Clara hastily wiped her tears: "Okay, not crying, I won’t cry."
Charles Allen, beside her, finally understood, his expression slightly changing.
He wanted to convince his wife that this call might not be real since many had impersonated their daughter over the years.
But seeing his wife’s sorrow, he felt pained as well.
He comforted, saying: "Grace, let me speak for a moment."
Clara clung to the phone and wouldn’t let go.
Many times before when there was news of their daughter, she wouldn’t be so emotional.
But this time, she felt it was real.
Charles Allen finally managed to get the phone and spoke: "You say you’re Nancy?"
Amelia Wright’s emotions calmed slightly, not forgetting why she called, directly stating: "I am. Since childhood, I haven’t been in good health, allergic to carrots, with mild asthma, and a diamond-shaped birthmark on my waist."
Charles Allen hit the table’s corner with a dull thud.
Is it really Nancy?
Amelia Wright continued: "I barely remember things from childhood, but there’s one thing I recall. Once, I watched a stage play. I was being playful and climbed onto the stage. When I fell off the stage’s edge, my father caught me underneath. I was fine, but his right arm was broken."
That memory was too strong; despite being young, Amelia Wright still had a vague impression.
Charles Allen’s voice no longer calm, filled with repressed pain: "You... you... really, it’s really Nancy!"
Clara beside him, her voice choking with sobbing, gasped intermittently: "Yes, she’s Nancy, I sensed it, it is her!"
Amelia Wright always knew how to prove her identity; if necessary, a paternity test could be done; compared to that, a necklace was merely an external object.
So she never worried about causing any misunderstandings.
What the Wright family did in their past life was merely tell the Allen family they had raised her for over twenty years, expressing how hard it was and needing compensation, with Amelia Wright’s cooperation, to make the Allen family pay time and time again.
So, after her rebirth, Amelia Wright directly severed the adoption relationship to eliminate this possibility.
But she hadn’t expected Ava Wright to be provoked into action.
After this explanation, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
Charles Allen in a flash thought a lot; this phone number was anonymous.
How did Nancy find them? Since she found them, why not come back? Why contact them with an anonymous call? Was something wrong?
Who dared to harm Nancy, he’d take their life!
Charles Allen forcibly calmed himself down, cautiously asking: "Nancy, where are you? Your mom and I can come and get you, okay?"
Amelia Wright bit her lip hard, biting down until her lip bled, then said in a muffled voice: "I’m not coming back right now."
Charles Allen urgently said: "Why? Is someone stopping you from coming home? Tell me if there’s any trouble, Dad can solve anything, really!"
Charles Allen didn’t know what his daughter had experienced all these years; despite finding her family, she wouldn’t come back, but why?
Was someone threatening or bullying her?
Charles Allen’s eyes were filled with rage since his daughter’s birth; he prepared for anything, unafraid of life or death.
But he didn’t expect, his precious daughter was lost.
While his cherished daughter, all these years, might have been suffering where he couldn’t see.
Amelia Wright softly said: "I’m not in trouble, just that I... I’m not ready to find my parents yet. Also, someone took my necklace. I fear that person may impersonate me to deceive you."
Charles Allen was silent. If not for someone impersonating to deceive, did her daughter intend to never acknowledge them?
What had she gone through all these years?
Charles Allen, holding back his sadness, said: "Alright, we understand, we won’t be deceived."
Amelia Wright struggled to say: "That’s good. There’s no need to find me; I’m living well now."
"Then... will Nancy come home?"
Amelia Wright didn’t answer.
She was essentially a ghost of revenge, possibly dying at any moment. Since she couldn’t promise, why give hope?
If Ava Wright hadn’t acted prematurely, Amelia Wright might never have made this call.
Charles Allen didn’t hear an answer and hurriedly coaxed: "I know you’re not familiar with the Allen family, and it’s okay if you don’t want to come back, really it’s okay, just occasionally... only occasionally call us, is that alright?"
Faced with her cautious parents, Amelia Wright couldn’t say no: "Alright."