She also wanted to see them and ask them why they abandoned her. Was it just because she was a girl?
Did they want a son and thus despise her?
She asked herself this countless times in her heart.
It must be so. They favored sons over daughters, didn't want her as a daughter. Even though she was their flesh and blood, they still didn't want her.
"What about your dad?" Valentine Teller stared blankly at the photo, feeling terribly lonely, hoping she'd never die alone.
Turstin Muller gritted his teeth and forced out the words, "He... died!"
"Why don't you put Uncle and Aunt's photos together? Aunt looks so lonely all by herself."
Valentine was absorbed in her own thoughts and didn't notice the somber expression of the person beside her or his increasingly turbulent emotions.
Her every word, every letter deeply pained him, stirring up more of his resentment.
Turstin snapped in a low voice, "Stop talking!"
