?<strong>Chapter 618:</strong>


    Her resemnce to Carrie was uncanny—both shared ssic features, though the neer exuded an air of grace and poise. Dressed in a flowing ck gown, loosely belted with brown leather, her low ponytail fell elegantly over her chest.


    It was Jenesis Morrison, Luca’s daughter and a renowned triple award-winning actress. Despite being in her fifties, her youthful appearance and delicate skin gave her the radiance of someone decades younger.


    As she approached, Luca introduced her with pride. “Carrie, this is Jenesis, my daughter. You may call her Aunt Jenesis.” Carrie rose from her seat and greeted her politely. “Nice to meet you, Aunt Jenesis.”


    “Wee home, Carrie.” Jenesis opened her arms, pulling Carrie into a warm embrace. Her voice trembled with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Unlike the stoic men of the family, Jenesis expressed her feelings openly.


    Carrie’s own eyes brimmed with tears. The hug was filled with a warmth she hadn’t felt in years—a motherly affection she thought she’d lost forever.


    Jenesis led Carrie back to the sofa, sitting beside her. “Tell me, Carrie. How have you been all these years? And your grandmother? If it’s inconvenient for her to travel, we have a private jet ready to bring her here.”


    The mention of her grandmother brought a lump to Carrie’s throat. Her voice cracked as she replied, “Grandma has passed away.”


    She recounted her experiences over the years in detail, making her story more vivid and immersive than Daxton’s. The room grew heavier with each word. Jenesis, already emotional, choked back sobs. “Carrie, you’ve suffered so much. It’s heartbreaking to think of all you’ve endured.”


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    The Morrison family, for all their wealth and privilege, had seldom faced such hardships. Jenesis, in particr, felt a deep pang of guilt and sorrow. Though her own life hadn’t been without struggles—her brief marriage had ended in heartbreak, and her three miscarriages left her childless—she had lived a life of luxury and adoration. If she had a child, they would be around Carrie’s age. Would they have endured such hardships?


    She had been pampered and raised in luxury, always the center of attention, except in matters of the heart. Carrie should have had the same life.


    She could not imagine how Carrie, a young woman, had managed all those years through such turmoil.


    The thought of Carrie marrying Kristopher Norris, not out of love but to escape being sold to the Crawford family, brought a fresh wave of sorrow to Jenesis. Instead of finding peace in her marriage, Carrie had endured constant torment, facing Lise’s malicious schemes and Kristopher’s wavering loyalty towards Lise.


    Not even an ordinary woman would have borne so much, Jenesis thought bitterly. If Josh were alive to see his granddaughter treated so poorly, he would have been heartbroken.


    Out of respect for the deceased, Jenesis couldn’t bring herself to me it all on her grandfather’s stubbornness, preventing Josh from marrying for love. However, Carrie’s grandmother must have been an exceptional woman to raise Carrie so well. Perhaps if her grandfather had met Josh’s girlfriend back then and been less rigid about social status, Carrie’s tragedy might have been avoided.


    Jenesis held Carrie tightly in her arms, her embrace brimming with affection. Behind them, Luca discreetly dabbed at his eyes, trying to hide the tears that had escaped.


    Carrie, once convinced she was utterly alone in the world, felt a deep warmth seep into her heart. The support and love surrounding her chipped away at the ice she had built around herself for so many years. Despite the swell of emotion, Carrie remainedposed. She wasn’t one to disy vulnerability easily, so she simply raised her hand and gently patted Jenesis on the back, a silent gesture of gratitude.


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