Gillian Thompson's face turned pale "instantly."
This name had been with her for over twenty years, and it had brought her shame for over twenty years.
From childhood to adulthood, when people asked about the meaning of this name, she chose to avoid the question.
No one wanted to be someone else's foil, but her name from the beginning had doomed her to be a mere supporting role.
Gillian, Gillian, hoping for her sister to return.
She was like a sacrificial offering to the Thompson family, with all the hopes poured onto her were wishes for another person.
For so many years, Ivy Thompson had been like a mountain crushing her, and she dreamed that Ivy would die outside.
Now, Ivy had returned, mocking her name and stealing the affection of her relatives.
Gillian clenched her teeth tight, gripping her thigh fiercely. The pain spread and radiated to her eyes and her heart.
