Since she was ten, Sara had been living in distress. She was constantly threatened by Lilly with her grandfather's life. She couldn't even sleep well, and she had to deal with the difficulties caused by Lilly and William. She couldn't even live a normal life, not to mention her coyness. At that time, Sara could only secretly cry.
But now, it seemed that she was very used to acting like a spoiled child in front of Hank. She complained to her uncle because of pain, and then to her uncle because she was bullied. When she was sad, she called her uncle...
Hank was right. She was acting like a spoiled child right now.
Hank saw her wrinkling her face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sara whispered, "Uncle, do you think I'm not good for raising?"
Hank laughed, and his well-defined face softened a little. He said in a low voice, "I won't. I like you to be a bit more delicate."
After all, she was supposed to live a good life.
Sara's face blushed a little. "... Is it true?"