Chapter 450 She Said, It Hurts

The elusive figure she spoke of is not truly a memory or an emotional being.

Nor is it her mother.

The bridge of her nose stung with tears, large drops rolling down, wetting the documents.

Ellie Doyle muttered to herself, "No... It's not... It's not like this!"

Even when she was pregnant, nearly beaten to death by the Doyle Family, she hadn't broken down like this.

This time.

Ellie Doyle fell apart completely.

If she had not conversed with that elusive figure, perhaps her impression of her mother would have stayed in those distant images.

She would never have felt her mother's love so intimately, would never have known that even as mere fragments of memory, her mother would still give everything, even her life, for her.

The image appeared in her mind repeatedly, the elusive figure wanting to shield her, to intercept a fatal blow on her behalf.

Also, the images recorded on the disk from years ago, when her mother was pregnant, repeatedly struck her heart.