"Mom, why are you asking such strange questions?" Bella Scott asked curiously.
Mila Gray couldn't help but laugh: "Sometimes I think about how nice it would be if you were like Kallie and Elyssa, not having suffered so much from a young age and growing up in a wealthy family."
"I'm doing well, Elyssa and Kallie have had it much worse than me. Why would I want to compare myself to those pampered rich girls?" Bella clung to Mila's arm: "Mom, I'm really doing great, don't worry about these useless things."
She had her own career and a smart and clever son. Even if her marriage to Edward Anderson had its ups and downs, she was much happier than Cecelia Anderson.
People should be content and happy with their lives. Bella had never held grudges against anyone, let alone her only close relative, Mila.
"But..." Mila still hesitated.
"There's no 'but', I'm really happy now." Bella thought Mila was feeling guilty.
