Edna could only repeat what her father had told her. She couldn't remember whether she really fell or not. Her first memory was her crying her heart out on the ship and Marquess Westfall, her father, hugging her tightly while laughing so hard.
Since then Edna continued to follow her father, listened to all the stories told by the Marquess, and answered people's questions who asked about her origin with the answer her father had told her.
"What about your mother? Do you know who your mother is?"
Edna shook her head weakly. "My mother was just a prostitute on a ship, a woman accompanying men on expeditions for years. She fell ill and when she died her body was thrown into the sea because her disease was contagious. There was no time to bring her back to the mainland for burial."
"You must have gotten bad treatment from your stepmother and siblings, right?"
"How did you know?"
