The more Raymond thought about it, the more restless he became. He shot to his feet and tossed out a single sentence. "Those two upstairs are your responsibility."Then he strode out. The drowsiness vanished, and the fatigue evaporated. Only one thought remained. 'Sydney is my sister. That gentle, obedient child. The girl who later learned to walk on eggshells, she is my sister…'He knew exactly how that old Sterling witch had treated her.She was smart. She learned how to soften her tone, how to say what people wanted to hear, how to placate that old witch. When she had to, she even learned how to deceive her.Even so, her life over the years had been nothing but misery. She should have grown up in the Hutton family, cherished like a princess. Instead, she endured years of hardship. How had that happened?Setting aside the nine years she spent beside Julian, there were still more than ten years before that. More than 3,000 days and nights. How many decades does a person even get
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