CHAPTER 70 The Harsh Truth

  Aurora's POV

  "What?" Edward looked at me, his face covered in surprise.

  "My love, was this collection of poems written after the diary?" I asked earnestly, looking at the diary and collection of poems in my hand, the words from within continuously flashing through my mind.

  Edward stroked his chin, recalling, "Not exactly after, but she did start it during the last half year of her life. At that time, because of my bastard father, mother was always in a bad mood, so she wrote this collection of poems."

  That's it!

  Excited by my discovery, I stood up energetically, pulling Edward's hand to sit with me beside the large desk in the middle of the study. I drew some papers over, set them up properly and quickly began writing on them as I flipped through the poems and the diary.