Daphne Allen stood frozen on the spot, looking at the person in front of her. Her gaze meandered from the person's face, from top to bottom, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She remembered vividly, this person looked a lot like Hallie.
And her constant questioning suddenly jolted Daphne awake. Who was this person?
"What is your relationship with Hallie? Is Hallie your..."
"Yes, Hallie is my daughter," Violet Long arched an eyebrow, looking down at Daphne Allen with superiority, "I have seen right through you a long time ago. It was you who couldn't bear children, and you brought Hallie back. Then, when you finally had your own daughter, you treated Hallie like trash, almost like you were abusing her, not giving her food, clothes, and even making her do household chores every day."
