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Chapter 1087 Chapter 1088: Truthfully, there were still hours left before their scheduled meeting. Even at a slow pace, the drive from the Morgan villa to Wront Manor would take no longer than ninety minutes. Richard and Sandra felt the same thrill they had experienced when they first discovered Rosanna was their biological daughter, forgetting entirely how they had once treated Maia. "Richard, do you think Maia's inviting us to lunch means she's ready to return? I couldn't sleep a wink last night.

Memories of her kept rushing back-the way she crawled at one, toddled around at three, her first day of school... I regret everything. How could we have been so blind? Maia is our daughter. No matter what, she grew up under our roof." Tears welled in Sandra's eyes. "Do you think she'll ever forgive me?" Richard's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he let out a heavy sigh. "She might... At first, I only wanted her back because I thought she could rescue our family from trouble.

It wouldn't have been hard for her, considering where she is now." He pressed down on the accelerator, the car surging forward. "But then I learned the truth-that Rosanna framed her, and our downfall was entirely our own fault. If we had trusted Maia back then, none of this would have happened." Richard's words lingered in the car, heavy and unforgiving. Sandra sank into silence, weighed down by guilt. At that time, none of them had chosen Maia. They cast her aside simply because she wasn't tied to them by blood. It was cruel. It was foolish.

Yet heartbreakingly common, because many families would have done the same. In reality, Maia was the child they had raised, the daughter who had shared seventeen years of her life with them. "She always wanted us to notice her. Even though we ignored her feelings, she kept loving us... Do you remember that sweater she knitted for your birthday? She worked on it for a whole month. And every time you came home, your room was spotless. The butler told me it was always Maia who cleaned it," Sandra whispered, breaking the silence.

Her eyes drifted toward the passing scenery, her voice heavy with regret. "Maia was such a good child. Yet our own daughter framed her, and we, the only family she had, turned our backs and sent her to prison." gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm brings endless adventures "That's behind us now. If we face Maia with honesty, she'll forgive us," Richard said firmly as he pressed harder on the accelerator. "The mountain road is just ahead. In twenty minutes, we'll reach Wront Manor and wait for her in the private room." But in the next instant, a massive truck loomed into view, barreling straight toward them.

Its high beams flared, blindingly bright, and the air filled with the deafening blast of a horn. On that narrow, twisting road, there was nowhere to swerve. "Damn it!" Richard cursed, clutching the steering wheel to keep the car from flipping as he stomped the brakes with all his strength. The screech of brakes tore through the mountain air, leaving a black scar of rubber across the asphalt. . . .