Jeffrey Foster quietly watched Abigail Green, an uncontrollable joy surging within him.
He knew it. She would ultimately choose him.
She had loved him for ten years. More than anyone, he understood the softness and kindness beneath her cold exterior. She was the best girl in the world.
If it weren't for that conspiracy, if he hadn't lost her first, he would have cautiously erased the dirt from his body, broken free from the Foster family's control, protected her well, and one day, he would have walked her into the hall of marriage, giving her the world's best happiness.
But all of this was destroyed by that hypocrite.
Being taken back to the Foster family at the age of eight, he lived a life under someone else's roof. Even losing his biological mother wasn't enough. They still wanted to control his life and kill Abigail.
All these years, he had step by step retreated, only to exchange it for such a result?
