The favored Amelia Wilson 2

Falling ill and still not taking care of herself, I don't even know how she manages to be an older sister, Hannah Garcia muttered to herself, even feeling that she was truly the epitome of a good sister.

By the time Hannah turned and headed to the kitchen, Amelia Wilson gently opened her eyes, watching her younger sister's retreating figure, so slender and tall, along with her gentle tone, the young girl had grown up.

Feeling cherished by her younger sister was indeed a blissful sensation.

Amelia felt her mood lighten considerably all of a sudden, with her eyes closed, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, her heart instead settled into calmness.

Before long, she drifted off into a drowsy slumber.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but her sleep was deep—so much so that she didn't dream at all. When she woke up, it was the aroma of food that roused her.