"Olivia, is Hannah alright?" Mrs. Jenkins still furrowed her brows, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
Olivia coaxed softly, "Grandma, Hannah is fine, she has already laid down to rest."
Sighing softly, Mrs. Jenkins looked at Olivia, "Did your dad leave anything behind?"
"Grandma, I'll show it to you tomorrow."
"It's all my fault for spoiling Hannah in the past. Even now, she still doesn't understand."
Olivia served some food to her grandmother, trying to comfort her, "It's in the past, Grandma. Don't think about it anymore. It's not your business, nor your responsibility, don't blame yourself."
Mrs. Jenkins shook her head, "My eyes aren't blind, I can see it clearly. There's a kind of evil in Hannah. I indulged her in the past, I covered for her, so she never treated you like a sister. She only knew how to bully you, blame you, and hate you.
