Brother Will Not Agree

Mary, with a light smile on her face, was stunningly gorgeous.

It was the kind of beauty that could make men fall at her feet, and women jealous.

Sofia looked at her face closely.

She thought of her mother, who had passed away.

She realized that Mary now looked very much like her mother back then.

The hatred in her heart was about to break free from its restraints.

"Mary, you're twenty-three years old and you still don't have a boyfriend?"

"No, not yet."

Mary shook her head, pulled her hand away from Sofia's, and turned to serve her some water.

Sofia stared at her slender back, her slim waist and curves.

To think that she not only came back alive, but has even brought back that wicked child.

She gritted her teeth harder.

Mary came over with a glass of water in her hand.