A suffocating feeling was spreading around her heart, like water grass, tightly wrapped around her.
Jasmine Yale had been breathing heavily.
Her eyes were filled with endless emptiness and confusion.
She felt like an outsider.
She massaged her throbbing temples, almost forgetting why she had come.
The harmony and tranquility of their family heavily struck her heart.
She was an extra person in the Cheney Residence.
A position slightly higher than a servant, but lower than a young lady.
Even twelve years of life hadn't allowed her to fit into this place.
She didn't belong here....
They were the real family.
Foolish three years ago, still foolish three years later.
What Joe Heath said was right. As a child, how could she understand what was true liking, and what was not liking.
And Sylvan Cheney would never like her.
He disliked her, and she knew it.
He finally got rid of her, she also knew that.
Actually, they didn't want to see her.
