Vanessa had always been straightforward, she did not like things that dragging their feet, and she could not see the pain of her sister and children.
"I will, my sister will take care of them even if you don’t say that, after all, she gave birth to them."
"Vanessa, how is your sister?"
Brian had been worried about Winnie, but could not ask her, could not show his concern.
"Good, she will be better off if the children are not sad. She was so absorbed in her work. My sister is strong and she could take everything, and that was how she had come through all these years."
"Now she doesn't tell my aunt or me when she has problems. When she can't help it, she will go to the cemetery to visit our parents and talk to them."
"Don’t worry about Sister, I will take good care of her. All you have to do is get married as soon as possible and cut off the hope of two children."
Vanessa wanted Brian to get married as soon as possible. She believed that time would heal and the children would heal.
Whatever it was, it was better than that the children hurt.
Hearing that, Brian thought of the day in the parking lot of the cemetery, he saw Winnie. So she had worry and found someone to take to.
"Take good care of your sister, Vanessa. I will think about what you said."
Once Winnie was fine, he could feel at ease, otherwise she would be his lifetime pain.
No sooner had Brian said that than there was a knock on the door. Then Stella pushed the door and came in.
When Stella saw Vanessa, she was stunned and then went to Brian.
“This is?”
Stella asked.
"She is Winwin's sister, Vanessa."
Said Brian, and then introduced his sister.
"Vanessa, this is my sister, Stella."
Vanessa got up and greeted Stella politely.
"Hello, I am Vanessa."
"Hello, have a seat."
Stella said gently, did not expect Vanessa and Winnie not look alike each other. They were both beautiful, delicate, but they were two kinds of beauty. If it were not for the introduction of Brian, Stella did not believe that they were sisters.
"I have an appointment with a classmate. You talk, I gotta go."
Vanessa said with a smile and then turned to leave.
As Vanessa just left, Stella took out the phone, rummaging for something.
"What are you looking for?”
Asked Brian curiously.
"A picture. Picture of my youth."
Stella answered, without ceasing to rummage with her hands.
"You're not old."
Brian joked, wondering why his sister wanted to look for a picture of her youth.
“Look, Brian, this is a picture of me when I was twenty years old. Do you think we look alike?”
Stella finally found the picture and showed it to Brian.
“Look like who?”
Asked Brian inexplicably.
"Vanessa, do you think she looks alike me when I was 20 years old?"
Stella explained. She was stunned to see Vanessa because Vanessa looked like her.
"Yeah, I thought she looked like you the first time I met Vanessa. What's the surprise? You probably all have average faces, so you look alike."
Brian had been used to it for a long time and didn't take it seriously at all.
"You think so, don't you? I see her like I see myself when I'm twenty."
Stella did not feel that she had average face. She was pretty, especially after seeing Vanessa, she was more confident of her beauty.
But it was rare to look so alike.
"Sister, why do you come to me?"
Brian interrupted the topic.
"Oh, I forgot."
With that, Stella also transferred the topic.
"Dad was not happy these days and ate less food. I said he was sick and I would take him to the hospital, he said he was ok. Do you know what's wrong with him?"
Stella could do nothing, so she came over to ask Brian.
"How can I know about him? I had not gone back. Ask yourself. I have a meeting to attend."
When it came to his father, Brian still resisted, but felt uneasy.
Brian left the office directly, leaving Stella alone.
Stella’s thought was back to Vanessa.
She knew Winnie had a sister and an aunt, but she did not expect that her sister looked so much like her. Could two people who were not related really look so similar?
On Sunday, Winnie had to work for a day, so she left her two children at home to be taken care of by her aunt and Vanessa.
"Grandaunt, we want to go to grandpa's home in the suburbs, take us there."
The children had learned their lesson from last time, and this time they did not steal away.
"I am not feeling well. Can we go next week?"
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