Chapter 655:
The way Harlee affectionately pronounced Nyomiâs name stirred a faint flutter in Evitaâs heart. Nyomi? The nanny she had dismissed to the countryside? Evitaâs expression clouded with displeasure.
Despite having reconnected with the Sanderson family for a while, Harlee had never addressed Evita with such warmth.
From the moment Harlee returned, Evita had taken it upon herself to establish dominance, ensuring Harlee understood she couldnât lean on the Sanderson family as Skyla had.
Evita even went so far as to forbid Harlee from addressing her by her first name, creating a deliberate barrier between them.
However, Harlee showed little interest in bridging the gap with Evita.
Following the rift between the Juarez and Sanderson families, the atmosphere at every gathering grew charged with tension, making any affectionate references to Evita by her name unthinkable. Thus, throughout these months, Evita never once heard Harlee address her tenderly. Similarly, Skyla hadnât called her âMomâ for ages.
Yet, as Harlee repeatedly addressed Nyomi with such warmth, a peculiar feeling stirred in Evitaâs heart, a sensation she couldnât recall ever feeling before. It was as if something within her was struggling to emerge.
Seated quietly on the floor, Evita pondered her past behaviors. She had always placed Elvin at the forefront of her priorities, even favoring Valentina over Skyla, treating Skyla as though her sole purpose was to support Elvin.
Evita remembered the night of Skylaâs birth vividly, how the excitement had kept her awake all night. When had her feelings shifted? She had never acknowledged any bias, rationalizing that Skyla, having married well, was obligated to assist Elvin and contribute to the Juarez familyâs welfare.
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Yet today, confronted with her least favored granddaughterâs preference for a nannyâs affection over her approval, Evita began to question herself.
Could she have been mistaken all along? Had she truly made a mistake in her choices?
Evita had just come to the unsettling realization that she might have been wrong, yet deep down, a stubborn part of her refused to believe she had made a mistake. Questions popped into Evitaâs mind. Was it truly wrong to guide Harleeâs independent spirit and steer her toward a secure future in Baythorn? Was it wrong to hope that Skyla would prioritize her own family, that they might serve as her foundation of support? Was it wrong to strike a balance between Valentina and the Juarez family by asking Skyla to make a few concessions for Valentina, who wasnât related by blood?
Evita mentally listed over a dozen things she didnât believe were wrong. She couldnât comprehend why Skyla would rather risk being labeled as unfilial than offer her support to Elvin and the Juarez family. She also couldnât fathom why, and at such a crucial moment, Skyla would bring in an unrelated nanny.
Didnât Skyla fear the rumors that she had chosen a nanny over her own mother?
But what truly bewildered Evita was Harlee, her granddaughter, who had never warmed up to her, now calling a nanny with such warmth and affection. Unaware of Evitaâs inner turmoil, Harlee continued her phone call with Skyla.
âAlright, Iâll take her for a walk when I pick her up laterâ¦â
Harleeâs words sent a ripple through Evitaâs heart. It felt like Harleeâs voice had reignited a dormant maternal instinct, causing a surge of warmth and tenderness to bloom in her chest, softening her heart. Yes, this was what family was about. Why should they carry all these grievances? Didnât it only open the door for outsiders to laugh at them?
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