Memory

Isabella stood up, looking down. William explained softly, "Miss Isabella, maybe Mr. Joseph was angry because he suddenly couldn't find you...."

"It's fine. You don't need to explain."

Isabella whispered, "He's just acting with me in front of Charlie, but I was too confident to control myself."

"..."

Looking at Isabella's back, William frowned in confusion.

It was exactly the custom-made wristband ordered by Mr. Joseph. Why did it turn out...?

After Isabella returned to the shelter, she sat down on the couch and looked at the scenery.

It was a sunny day, and everywhere is full of laughter. Couples were taking selfies on the beach, youngsters chatting in groups. Kids who sat on fathers' shoulders were laughing happily...

Everything looked good.

However, she could only look at it, as if she was looking at a beautiful painting. She was always an outsider.

Wasn't her life like this?

The happiness was always others'.

She could only be a bystander...