Yvonne Morgan suppressed her dissatisfaction and forced a brave smile. "It's okay. It's not your fault, Auntie. I guess I was just born unlucky, not getting to be Mom and Dad's real daughter."
"Yvonne," Zoe Morgan called softly, an uncontrollable wave of emotion washing over her. Her voice was tight and choked. "You aren't unlucky. You really aren't."
"Auntie, you don't have to comfort me," Yvonne Morgan said, feigning consideration. "I've already caused you so much trouble these past few days, always burdening you with my negative energy. Thank you so much for not getting tired of me."
Hearing this, Zoe Morgan's heart ached for her even more. Her voice was as soft as a whisper, as if afraid of shattering something fragile. "Yvonne, there's actually something I've been hiding from you..."
For some reason, Yvonne Morgan's eyelid twitched. A flicker of confusion appeared in her eyes. "What is it?"
