Nelly stood where she was like a sculpture. She only snapped back to her senses a long time later. She walked away slowly.
‘Hah, orphanage, adopted, the Tanners’ heiress…’
What Mandy had said was like a ghost following Nelly, crushing her very last ounce of dignity and pride.
Those words were a wake-up call. Her identity as the Tanners’ heiress that she had been proud of was actually fragile. She was just the heiress with a mask on. Behind the mask was a wounded face.
…
Absent-mindedly, Nelly walked to the courtyard. None of the massive, sophisticated houses that were as majestic as castles belonged to her.
After passing by the corridor to the courtyard, she arrived at an exquisite standalone building. It was located in a good location that was surrounded by mountains. It was a perfect place to live.
She stood at the door while clenching her fists. There was hatred in her eyes as she stared at the door.
“M-Miss?” An old servant opened the door. She looked at her in shock. “Why are you here?”
“Where’s my sister?”
“She’s resting.”
“I want to see her.”
The maid wanted to stop her but failed to do so.
Nelly walked in directly.
The building was beautifully decorated. Even the decors exuded extreme nobility. The person who lived here was truly the Tanners’ precious heiress.
Nelly pushed the door to the bedroom. The big, beautiful room was filled with the world’s most advanced machines.
A pale and skinny girl sat in a wheelchair. A doctor and nurses surrounded her, standing by for her.
She was stunned when she saw Nelly. Her beautiful, big eyes exuded distance.
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