Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 202: Does Mom Know Her Identity?

Clara Goodman awoke.

She opened her eyes to see Alia Wright beside her, thinking she was dreaming.

Charles Allen gently squeezed his wife’s shoulder, and Clara and Charles exchanged a glance, finally realizing what had happened.

She had an attack, her daughter was saving her.

Alia, seeing her wake up, finally loosened her tense expression, her hands uncontrollably starting to tremble.

In that mont before, she was truly scared, afraid her parents would have an accident in front of her.

She feared that, even if she relived her life, so things would still follow the trajectory of the past life.

Alia, pale-faced, made Clara hurt overwhelmingly, wanting to hug her daughter and tell her not to be afraid, that mom was here.

But she couldn’t do that, because even at this mont, her daughter had no intention of recognizing them.

Clara grasped Alia’s hand, her weak voice urgent, "I know you, you are Alia Wright, Emily Allen showed us on TV, you saved Emily, and you saved , you are the benefactor of our family."

Alia shook her head, pale-faced, no, she was not a benefactor, she was a sinner.

The tragedies of the past life, the tragic deaths of her parents, were not only the fault of the Wright family but also of her, the foolish bystander who fanned the flas.

The Wright family had already t a miserable end, she too shouldn’t be living.

Her revenge was not over yet, the enemy was still her own self.

Just wait, she would destroy herself.

Alia’s greatest guilt was towards her parents, so she didn’t dare to acknowledge them, didn’t even dare to et them.

At this mont, when her mother grabbed her hand, she wanted to break free and run away but didn’t know if she dared to or didn’t want to.

So she let her mother hold her, greedily savoring the closest distance to her parents.

Just for a mont, she’d soon leave the Capital City.

Clara held Alia and said, "Child, can you take ho, I want to thank you in person for today’s matter."

The people at the banquet were a little surprised. The Allens were known to be a very upright family that didn’t really mingle in these circles and rarely attended such banquets.

The Allen family was not large, quite united, it was not easy for outsiders to make connections with them.

Yet at this mont, they saw that they were inviting soone to go to the Allen family.

Many people thought that this girl was really lucky in their hearts.

Just casually saving soone, it turned out to be the matriarch of the Allen family, she actually gained closeness with the Allens.

Although the Allens weren’t one of the top-tier families, they were considered mid-level, many people had tried to approach the Allens but had not succeeded.

Amos Shaw, holding a glass of iced water, witnessed this scene, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted into a smile, sowhat interesting.

Everyone was lost in wild thoughts, only Alia was in a daze, once again hearing her mother call out ’child’, her body trembled.

Her heart couldn’t refuse the words, but she forced herself to refuse, turning to look at Emma Lewis standing behind her, she said, "Emma, could you call soone to help send this lady ho?"

Emma was stunned, saying very gently, "Alia, there’s nothing much at this banquet, why don’t you take this lady ho first? You know dicine, I worry she might feel unwell on the way back."

Emma hoped the Allens would value Alia.

The Wright family was gone, Alia had no family.

She could bring the Wright family back to the Lewis family, let her family beco Alia’s family, but Emma knew, her parents’ worries were unnecessary, Alia would refuse.

But this was an opportunity, not because she was materialistic, she just wanted to find a backing for Alia.

So that next ti soone bullied her like the Wrights did, she wouldn’t have to fight alone.

Alia looked helplessly at Emma, those cool eyes with unease as if asking Emma, is it okay?

Emma patted Alia’s head, firmly saying, "It’s okay, take this lady ho."

Only then did Alia nod, she was also worried about her mother’s relapse on the way back.

Alia and Charles Allen supported Clara Goodman on either side as they left.

Just like a family of three, with both husband and daughter holding the matriarch’s hand, gradually walking away.

Mr. and Mrs. Allen gave Emma a grateful look.

Emma didn’t notice, she just watched Alia, inexplicably feeling a bit of heartache.

After Alia walked away, Emma looked at her own parents, her face serious, "Mom and Dad, I told you earlier what kind of person Alia is, you should believe , do you think she would accept your gifts because they’re expensive? No, it’s because she cares about , otherwise, these things in front of her, she wouldn’t even glance at them."

Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis looked at each other.

Emma was a little annoyed by her parents’ previous reaction, continuing, "I wanted her to co to my house, but I know she won’t agree to it. Now it’s fine, the Allens snatched the opportunity, but it’s also good, the Allens consider her a benefactor, they definitely won’t think she’s after money."

Mrs. Lewis awkwardly said, "That’s not what we ant, how about this, later you tell Alia, we’re willing to take her as a goddaughter."

Emma shook her head, a bit helpless, "It’s too late, if you had agreed earlier, there might have been a tiny chance, but now there’s no chance, forget it, this isn’t your fault, she’s naturally guarded, it’s enough for to be friends with her, without involving the family."

Mr. and Mrs. Lewis exchanged a glance, suddenly feeling so regret.

Their daughter seed to be sad.

In the past, when she made mistakes and got scolded or spanked, she’d make a fuss, but this ti she was quiet, not even leaving the banquet directly.

If Alia knew the situation on Emma’s side, she’d surely sincerely tell Emma, she didn’t mind, nor was she angry.

At this mont, Alia got into the car with her parents, heading toward the Allen’s ho.

She sat quietly next to her mother, her hand still tightly held by her mother.

But seeing the direction the car was heading, she started to get nervous, started to beco afraid, how could she deserve to return to that ho.

Such emotional upheaval made Alia’s heart start to beat irregularly, even when she was ruthless in revenge, she hadn’t been this scared, her heart slightly aching.

Alia unconsciously placed a hand gently on her heart, trying to slow her breath.

Clara leaned back in her chair, quietly peeking at Alia, seeing this scene, suddenly closed her eyes.

She seed tired, resting her eyes.

In fact, it was too sad, if she didn’t close her eyes, the next mont tears would fall.

Her daughter had the sa slight heart problem as she did, when she was young, they used to occasionally take her to the hospital for checkups, the doctor said after age six, surgery could fix it.

But their daughter was lost before she turned six, looking at her now, she hadn’t recovered, missing the most important surgery, she’d never get better this lifeti, just like her, forever sickly.

Clara felt heart-wrenching pain, wondering how her child had lived all these years, did anyone take her to the doctor when she was sick? Did anyone comfort her when she was in pain?

No, no one, that Wright family, not a single person was good to her!

Clara also placed a hand over her heart, her face gradually growing pale.

Alia put aside her own emotions, worriedly asked, "Madam, are you okay?"

Clara finally couldn’t help but reach out to hug Alia.

Alia’s expression stiffened, did her mother know her identity?