A low growl emerged, causing everyone's heart in the room to clench a little.
Serena Thorne trembled as she looked at the old man sitting on the sofa.
His stern face was shadowed with gloom, a blend of complex emotions within his world-weary eyes, showing none of the affection or pity for her.
However, she was already used to it.
Everything.
All of it because she was just an adopted child of the Thorne Family.
They provided her with any favorable resource, nurturing her into an outstanding leader, a model lady to set an example for her younger siblings.
She was also taught from an early age that as the elder sister, she was expected to take good care of her younger siblings, make sacrifices for this family, and share their worries, without any emotion or complaint of her own.
Everything she enjoyed from the Thorne Family had to be repaid in another way. She was well aware that she was merely a tool for their interests.
