Kelly’s POV
Maybe I was badly bruised by the past. That's why it’s hard for me to trust even the person I dearly cherish.
Standing in front of my table in Foster’s company, I was trying to find the sense of belonging in my mom’s family. I tried so hard, but there was none. I don’t belong in this family. This family doesn’t deserve me, I’d say.
If mom thinks this family doesn't deserve to be recognized by her daughter, then maybe I shouldn’t try to fit in.
“Kelly.”
I slowly turned to the door when Sara Foster entered.
I sat on the chair in front of my desk and crossed my legs, looking at her.
“If not for my position, I won’t come even if you call for me a hundred times. What do you want?”
I looked at her and tilted my head, signaling her to sit.
“I’m not here to chit chat with you, Kelly. Tell me what you want, and please, don’t insist on investigating my brother again.”
I chuckled without humor. “That’s not what I want from you. I already have someone doing that.”
