CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-THREE:Her Fault.

It hurts.

It hurt real bad when she remembered Hazel's words to her earlier,it was very obvious that she was not interested in having any sort of relationship with her.

She knew that.

But yet,her persistence couldn't let her give her daughter the space to think,it wasn't her fault either.

She was not able to sleep yesterday night,not after finding out that her daughter who was long thought dead by that nun was alive all this while.

She couldn't understand the reason why a sister would lie about such a trivial matter like that,and was she desperate enough on that very day she asked about her daughter?

Yes.

A normal human being wouldn't have such a black heart, after seeing how desperate she was in searching for her babygirl.

That would be another issue that would be taken care of,as of now,she isn't able to do anything but sit and hope she comes down anytime soon.

She has always been close.