Other than hatred, there's also a tinge of envy.
To receive care and affection from the man you love—what a blissful thing it is, something rare and unattainable.
At least Harper Glorian once had it, whereas for her, the only moments of comfort were just fabricated exchanges with Zaiden Santos.
Fabricated exchanges, or visits to Grandfather Santos: during those times, he would treat her kindly, pick food for her, help her with her coat, even hold her hand and take care of her feelings.
Yet, it was all nothing more than an act.
The moment they were alone, he would avoid her like the plague.
Back then, the way he looked at her was full of disdain and disgust.
Thinking back now, it felt like a dream.
And now that she's awake, he's no longer here.
"Ann Nolan, your selfishness destroyed the happiness of all three of us. Someone like you doesn't deserve happiness. Zaiden's dead now—I hope you'll never have peace either." Harper Glorian continued her relentless accusations.
