You cannot like her, you can't even love her.

Even though she was disabled, she was the young lady of the Seymore family, and was used to being proud. She didn't allow others to look at her with pity, so she never let anyone touch her wheelchair.

Except for Hiram Bailey.

Hiram's actions were far from gentle and even appeared rough.

Yet, the Seymore girl didn't wrinkle her brow at all and even had a genuine smile on her face.

With one step, Hiram sat down on the sofa. Across the long tea table, he forcefully pushed the cup of tea towards her, and like a well-calculated move, the cup stopped steadily at the edge of the table near her.

"All I have is tea here, drink as you please."

The Seymore girl picked up the tea and said to him, "Thank you."

"Don't bother with the pleasantries, aren't we here to talk? Speak your mind." Hiram was utterly impatient. In his temperamental nature, the little patience he had was reserved for his sister and...his older sister.