She worried that if she married Harry Hall now, she'd have to suppress that grievance in her heart, and over time, she would certainly not be able to bear it.
Helen Melendy looked at Elly Campbell, contemplating her words repeatedly, as if her previously uncertain heart had become resolute at this moment.
She looked at Elly and suddenly chuckled, suppressing the bitterness in her eyes a little.
"What a pity, missing the chance to become a wealthy lady of the upper class."
Her tone sounded very relaxed, but Elly knew she was actually very upset inside.
Not because she couldn't marry Harry Hall, but because of her own legs and her future life.
Elly smiled and ruffled her hair, saying:
"What's so good about being a wealthy lady? We should make ourselves the wealthy ones."
Helen laughed along, "Yeah."
To be her own wealth, even if she was handicapped, she wouldn't need to look at others' faces or be ridiculed by others.
