Emily Allen's voice was pitiful, seemingly accusing something.
The onlookers who heard this couldn't help but flash a trace of inquiry in their eyes.
After all, the Allen family used to be considered wealthy, but now they had fallen into ruin.
"Take care?"
Charlotte Thompson laughed as if she had heard some kind of joke. She turned around, her gaze landing on Emily Allen's face, with a hint of sarcasm in her expression.
"Emily, so in your eyes, all those things you did to me were acts of care?"
As she spoke, Charlotte lowered her gaze, advancing step by step towards Emily.
"Is the so-called care from your Allen family forcing my mother to death? Making me kneel in the snow in the dead of winter? Is it killing Aunt Watson, the only person who ever cared for me and was good to me?"
Remembering everything she had experienced in the Allen household, Charlotte felt as if her heart was being ruthlessly stirred by a curved knife.