Chapter 749

Skylar took a few steps forward. Suddenly, Sadie opened her eyes, a burst of energy animating her. Completely conscious, she stared at Skylar, reaching out a hand.

“Skye, it was all my fault. Forgive me. Forgive Mom, alright?”

The others, hearing “Mom,” glanced at Skylar. Their relationship was unclear; Sadie’s plea for forgiveness hinted at past wrongdoing, contradicting Skylar’s statement that they weren't related. A complex story lay beneath the surface. They looked down, fearing to speak. Resolving family affairs as outsiders was difficult; something significant must have transpired between them.

Skylar walked back. Hope flickered in Sadie's eyes, which bulged, terrifyingly prominent in her thin frame.

“You’ve always been a kind, obedient girl. I knew you would forgive me. You’re here to save me, right? You still see me as your mother, don’t you? I knew it! I saw it in my dream! The way we treated you was unacceptable; even animals didn’t deserve it. I know I’ve made a mistake. I’ll treat you like a princess in the future, alright? I wasn’t in my right mind. How could I treat you like that? You’re my biological daughter! How could I have treated you like that? Please give me a chance to change.”

Only now did she comprehend the depth of her cruelty, realizing her loved ones were unreliable. Her sons, whom she’d been so proud of, and even Maisy, whom she'd genuinely cared for, had all abandoned her to languish. A proud woman, reduced to an animal's existence. Had she not hurt Skylar, treated her well, she would have been cared for. She didn't want to die. She’d been lost in a self-deceptive delusion. Sadie didn't want to die.

Skylar's silence sent Sadie into a frantic state.

“I know I’ve made a mistake! I will be a good mother in the future. You didn’t grow up by my side, and when you finally came home, I was under Maisy’s spell. I didn’t have the chance to be a good mother to you. Give me a chance, alright? My brothers aren’t treating me well. After my accident, they didn’t care. Sometimes I went days without a hot meal; they bathed me once a month and expected me to shower myself! I’m disabled; I can’t even move. They’re devils. Skye, you’re kind. Show some pity. Take me home, alright? Get some help for me.”

Sadie's speech accelerated, fueled by terror at losing Skylar. She poured out her heart, unaware of how selfish her pleas sounded. She begged forgiveness, yet demanded even more.

Skylar said coldly, “In your dream, did I end up worse off than you?”

Sadie was stunned. Guilt etched her face. “I–I… Well, the dream wasn't real. I only came to my senses through it. I was awakened to how wrong I had been.”

Even semi-conscious, she knew the dream reflected reality; Skylar’s presence had altered it. Otherwise, Skylar, not Sadie, would have been in the accident.

Skylar chuckled. “A leopard can’t change its spots, Ms. Coleman. Stop making a fuss. Stay in the hospital.”

Sadie glared, a twisted expression contorting her features. She shrieked, “You should’ve been the one in the accident! Why didn’t you push me away? Why weren’t you hit by the car? It’s all your fault! It shouldn’t have been me! You caused our family’s demise. It’s all you!”