She stared at Elara Joyce, her eyes slightly red.
"These are all your assumptions! I grew up in the Prescott Family; he has been my uncle since I was little. I have never forgotten this identity! No matter how the outside world talks, whether it's rumors or misunderstandings, they cannot change this fact!"
Elara Joyce watched her become so agitated, yet her face wasn't the slightest bit angry.
She slowly stood up, reached out, and gently but firmly pressed Vivian Sinclair back into her seat.
"Vivian, I'm saying this, not to blame you."
Vivian Sinclair's mind was in chaos.
Her heart pounded fiercely, a buzzing noise filled her ears.
Suddenly, she felt a bit regretful, regretting her insistence on staying in Varden.
If she had left early to a place where no one knew her.
Perhaps she wouldn't be facing such embarrassment and torment today.
Those secretly hidden thoughts, those emotions she didn't dare to ponder deeply.
