Albert did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm referring to her identity."
Maria said, "Although her surname is Martin, she is not the Martin's own daughter. It's just like a sparrow flying on a branch. If her adoptive parents could not have children, how could she, an orphanage's daughter, be called Miss Martin?"
Maria disagreed, "You're too mean."
Maria also knew that her words were not pleasant to the ear, but she really hated Sara. Even if Sara had always been very well- mannered in the eyes of others.
Albert said, "If you don't like it, just say it. Maria has a good temper."
Maria immediately became proud. "Look, look, Brother is in favor of me!"
Maria: "..."
Albert leaned against the sofa and said in a casual tone, "I heard that you grew up in the capital city when you were a child. You were fostered in the Martin family."