"Do you hate me?"
"Hate? Charlotte slowly lifted her head, her dilated pupils reflecting Margaret's face. Life experiences that had never been experienced before mixed with the rotten reality, making it hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood. It seemed like she had lost a lot, yet life was supposed to be like this.
Charlotte asked in return, "And you, do you hate me?"
This question seemed to come out of nowhere. If Margaret hadn't known the original storyline beforehand, she might have felt bewildered and amused by it. But Margaret knew everything. She had felt everything.
She answered, "I don't hate you. I just... have never been able to like you."
Without Charlotte, Douglas would still have reaped the power and wealth of the White family. The seeds of conspiracy had been planted since childhood.
Without Charlotte, Dermat would still have abused Margaret, humiliating the entire Eastern Holy Land.
