Grace Ziegler lowered her head, a sourness rising in her nose, her voice turned hoarse, "I feel like a waste, unable to do anything right.
I thought arranging flowers would beautify the living room, make it pleasing to the eye, yet I'm so useless I even get hurt doing that."
"Grace, it's just an accident, it doesn't prove anything. You have many strengths; you're not a useless person. Don't think too much," Daniel Marshall gently patted Grace Ziegler's shoulder, his deep gaze full of soothing intent.
Grace Ziegler's eyelashes trembled lightly as she nodded.
Her goal had been achieved, and if she continued to act, she might be seen through, so Grace Ziegler stopped talking.
Today, Grace Ziegler also gained something, calling Daniel Marshall "brother" seemed effective; he appeared to like it when she addressed him that way, as if it brought them closer.
Grace Ziegler reined in her ambitions, her true emotions now concealed.
