"My dear daughter, a child of our own blood will always be the most understanding…"
I lowered my head, my tears slipping silently into my bowl.
So, they did know I was their real daughter.
A sharp pain twisted in my stomach. The moment I felt it tighten, I pushed back my chair and murmured that I wasn’t feeling well before retreating to my room.
A while later, Elijah came in, carrying my stomach medicine. His eyes were full of concern, his voice unbearably soft.
Seeing that I had no intention of speaking, he said nothing. Instead, he silently fetched warm water and, with practiced care, wiped my face himself.
For ten years after I was brought home, I was the only one he saw.
Even when Scarlett confessed her feelings for him, she had been met with nothing but his cold rejection.
Now, I finally understood.
He never loved me. He only wanted the title of the future heir of the Harrison Group.
His love and his marriage had always been two separate things.
Late at night, after Elijah drifted into sleep, I reached for the phone on his bedside table.
The password was my birthday.
His pinned contact was me, followed by my parents.