Helena couldn't believe that the daughter she had acknowledged just a few days before had already gone through so much. Through many scars... so much pain...
'If it weren't for them... if it weren't for them... my baby wouldn't have suffered so much.'
The hatred in her heart surged, while burning emotions pulsing under her skin brought her back to her senses.
Ivy's sobbing sounded like a knife being plunged into her chest.
She wanted to scream and let Ivy peek into her heart to let her know... the depth of her love and how her youngest daughter was her favorite of all.
Yes, Helena was biased and knew she had influenced her other children, too.
Otherwise, no normal siblings would have held back the complaints bubbling in their minds if they had ever experienced the situation Ivy was recounting.
However... it was this exact biasness that always maintained love between siblings, and no one ever dared to take Ivy's place.
