Cecelia Anderson hesitated, her gaze dimming. "I don't know either."
She was just a temporary guest at the Andersons, and no one paid attention to her coming and going. Perhaps she would never be able to call Edward Anderson 'brother' again.
"He's really a jerk, and he doesn't deserve forgiveness!" Bella Scott scoffed, "If I had been the target of his cold violence all these years, I definitely wouldn't forgive him either!"
She shouldn't have brought up Cecelia's heartache again.
Kassidy Dean could live carefreely because her life was simple. Even though she was an orphan, she grew up in a loving environment.
But Cecelia was different.
She had grown up in the Andersons, in an environment like that. Her brother, parents—all the people she had considered as her closest kin had tormented her relentlessly for over twenty years.
It was fortunate that Cecelia remained unchanged, due to her inherently pure nature.