Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 311

“Your eyes look more like Lenore’s than even Lily’s. How could you not be her child? Here, let me show you a picture of Lenore.”

He pulled out a tablet and handed it to me. It was filled with photos of Lenore and no one else.

This kind of intense, enduring love must be a family tradition for the Hiltons.

After all, Max was the kind of person who would be reborn just for me.

Just as Helen had said—a lovesick Mr. Hilton.

Looking at the photos of Lenore, it was the first time I had seen a picture of my mother since I was ten. My memories of her were just fragments.

She was beautiful and regal at every age. Her childhood looked so happy. Then there was her wedding photo with my father; they both looked so blissful.

She was hunted by Princess Harriet's mother all the way to Crestview Metropolis, where she lived under an assumed name, trying to build her own life, only to be murdered in the end.

I didn't even dare to cry right now.

“Look at this one. That’s me standing next to Lenore. You can call me Uncle Babur.”

Babur flaunted the time he had with my mother, a bond that stretched from childhood to adulthood.

But he didn't know that the one thing I had been missing my whole life was that kind of lifelong companionship from my parents.

In other words, Lily, Richard, and I were all starved for love.

They left Lily for the family.

They left me for Richard.

But for me, they left nothing...

“I’m sorry, but I’m not Lenore’s daughter. You have the wrong person.”

He was certain Max wouldn't choose me.

“Whether he chooses me or not has nothing to do with you,” I retorted, matching his provocative tone.

I laughed coldly. “Uncle Babur, what you have is a twisted obsession born from unrequited love. You’re sick, and you should get help.”

The more I acted this way, the happier he became.

“It’s been a long time since anyone has cursed at me like that. It used to be Lenore.”

I let out a long breath. What a waste of a handsome face. No wonder my mother didn't choose him back then.

“We’re almost there. What do you think Silas will think when he sees you’ve come to Serythia?”