Chapter 1207

Just as Anne was about to return to the room, she turned around and saw Julie's portrait on the wall at the end of the corridor. Anne looked at Julie. As she stared at the portrait, tears started to well up in her eyes. Those were tears of grievance. Then, Anne asked, "Why did you die? Why did you run to the top of the building and be pushed down? If you didn't die, my mom wouldn't marry Ron, and nothing would have happened to me. Look what your son did to me. He's crazy! Why aren't you alive? At least he'll be normal!" The person in the portrait was still smiling calmly. Anne took a step forward, and the iron chain strangled her wrist, but she seemed to take no notice of it. Instead, Anne stared at Julie intently, looking as if she had found the only person she could vent to. "I didn't do anything, and I wanted to stay by my children's side. Even if he and Bianca were acting inappropriately, I endured it," Anne suppressed the pain in her heart and asked, "Did you also have no