She had always known that her little sister was living a tough life. Despite being such a fragile girl, she insisted on appearing strong, as if she were invincible. In reality, she was simply afraid of being hurt.
But after all these years of pretending, that hard exterior was eventually shattered by a man named Albert. He took her unguarded, soft heart, only to deliver her the most lethal blow.
She had always known that a gentle man like Vincent couldn't control someone as distant as her. Only a man like Albert—powerful, domineering, and not gentle—could make her submit. She was tough, and he was even tougher. After a clash of wills, the stronger one prevailed, and in the end, it was Albert who won.
"Olive—"
Maureen's lips trembled as she tried to speak. Cynthia leaned in close to her ear and finally understood that she was calling for Olive. Cynthia immediately responded, "Maureen, the little girl is a handful. I wasn't sure what your condition was, so I didn't dare bring her."
