Every year during the holidays, when she sees other mothers and daughters snuggling, she hides under the covers and cries secretly.
She once hated her own birth, felt that she was the one who killed her mother, and swore countless times under the starry sky.
If she could start over, she would definitely become someone who could save lives.
Now, she has finally become a miracle in others' eyes, a "heaven-sent savior" as some desperate mothers would call her.
Isn't this a closed loop of fate?
Somehow, it's like realizing that impossible childhood dream.
"Okay, I understand."
Lady Lynn looked at her worriedly, frowning slightly, sensing the fluctuation in her emotions.
"Miss Kane, are you feeling unwell? Your face looks a bit pale, are you tired? Do you want to sit down and rest for a while?"
She had just noticed something off about Selene Kane's mood.
First silence, then distraction, thinking it was something she and her husband said that upset her.
