Obviously, Alice had no such luck and had grown up alone. The stronger she looked, the more vulnerable she was.
No wonder she would envy Tessa. Indeed, Tessa was much more fortunate than her.
Although Tessa did not have a father, Tessa grew up with the full love of his mother and brother and received no less love than anyone else.
Maxwell's big hand fell on her skinny shoulder, and the butterfly bone behind her was clear.
This was his wife. But she hid under the quilt and cried. This taste was like a small silver needle stabbed on Maxwell's heart. Although it was not very painful, he felt uncomfortable.
He saw it today, if not.
He was very clear about the taste of being an illegitimate child. Because of his understanding, he would tolerate and cherish Alice.
Alice's hand was hanging
