le as if she was having a sweet dream. But she would soon realize

natural warmth filled every corner of the

isy that it could burst Lucia’s eardrums. Her eyelid

be jealousy or something else, but the maid ev

d they were of the same

make her do wha

d tone before she walked out. She couldn’t

maid uniform. She picked it up and slipped on it. I

upport her tired self, while the maid, on the corner, was sitting down and leisurely eating an a

because she was scared, but because this is what he wanted. I

new set of clothes

hing the television like she was the master. Lucia did ev

ly. You can tell Daniel or

o look at the maid, but she softly said, “Daniel hates me, but I a

ood up, but the sound of th

d appears more innocent than her. She had no rights to bec

grier she became. She suddenly sat do

hen she first arrived at the mansion. Just like before, she was scared, lonel

ne gave her a dirty look. Yes, everyone thought she h

hung a black and white portrait of Sophia. The young and liv

d a slap on the face. She calmly looked at the woman standing in front o

hat is your motive for coming back here? To mock Sophia?

this wasn’t the first time! She was already like this since before. In her hea

one who gave birth to h

stare at her. In her eyes, she could see a l

,” screamed Stella at the top of her lungs. She does not even know why she screamed like

self-mockery and bitterness. Tears shimmer

treated me like

or lighting. No one would doubt that they were mother a

a mother treat her da

nd at the same time she cried. Stella did not have a vicious

who died in the first place, all of you would be happy. You would jump out for joy, ev

ia died, they might have shed some hypocritical tears. But if Sophia

sentiments between the mother and daughter. She no longer knew why she had made her way ba

nd Lucia? She

ever return to that place again. Her own mother said she did not have a

d only then did she realize what she just did. Sh

ntil the silhouette vanished from his sight. F

at his own daughter’s photo. He was grateful that he h

lla’s biological d

s death. Sophia would not be dead if not

even’s shirt. She was not

hatred? But then, Sophia was his daughter. How could he not know that she had always been a tyran

on Lucia asked was that it was Sophia’s idea to drive that day. To say that

d Lucia. She had taken everything away from S

***

ives have

ith sarcasm, and others with accusation. She could smell the evil behind their smiles and the way they gloated over her misfortune becau

nly… she had no idea wh

d smiled. It was a smile

did not love her. Nobody loved her bald head. She closed her eyes. They

be bitterer and tougher times ly

lf even if no one wa

had looked at the woman who was wandering aimlessly. He exhaled circles of smoke which turned into a fog, and it slightly blurred

arette out with an icy

e window down. They drove past Lucia. She rema

ply dumped a pile of clothes to her. Lucia gave her an indifferen

and walked out. It was just laundry, but these clothes were not he

yed Sally as his way of hu

ot care becau

r heart. She bent down at the waist. There were frequent waves of pain stabbing at her stomac

longer a co

ce. He was looking with no expression. She had no idea when he had stood behi

udder as if she was a fallen

rned into jelly. His voice was chilly and combined with a face that looked aloof and somber; it would cause even

walked past her, and it had caused th

cy cold water. His face was expressionless. He did not attempt to stop her. He me