Emerie's sense of entitlement left Ophelia genuinely at a loss for words to describe her feelings.
Is Emerie truly naive, or just pretending?
"Aunt, what's going on? Why am I not my mother's child? Why did you take me away?" Ophelia, agitated, grabbed Emerie's arm and questioned loudly.
"Why are you shouting? Do you want your grandparents to know you're a fraud?" Emerie was startled. She didn't want her parents to know about this either, fearing they would scold her.
"What fraud? Even if I am a fraud, it has nothing to do with me! I'm the victim here!" Ophelia's words made Emerie furrow her brows. "Ophelia, how can you say that? Wasn't it your mother—I mean your biological mother—who asked me to do this? I was just helping."
"I don't care; I must get to the bottom of this and have Grandpa and Grandma decide for me!" Ophelia said, getting up to find Old Mrs. Wilson.
