Phoebe threw herself into Ada's arms. "Mom, I'm sorry. It's all my fault, but I didn't mean to hurt Brother. I was just too scared. I have been so afraid since Claire was brought home, afraid that she would take you away from me. I know that I am not your biological daughter. What if you don't want me anymore? I don't have a home. Where can I go…"
She cried miserably, weeping pitifully.
Ada couldn't bear to blame her and sighed. "Ok, I understand your feelings, but you went too far in this matter. Do you know how many people are laughing at us behind our backs?"
Phoebe's tears streamed down her cheeks, and her throat became hoarse from crying. "I already regret it. If what I did can be undone, I definitely won't do this. Dad and Brother must hate me so much. I don't expect them to forgive me, but please don't ignore me. They can just beat and scold me…"
