Serena’s Point of ViewThe day his mother died?For a moment, I was completely speechless.And then, almost instantly, a face appeared in my mind.A beautiful, goddess-like face.Madam Angela.Even after all these years, I could still remember the warmth of her smile.The way her presence brightened the gloomy orphanage in an instant.And then...I remembered that little boy.Our Angel Boy...Who would always cling to his mother.Holding his mother's hand tightly as if he were afraid she would leave him.Even as a child, I had noticed how his eyes shone whenever he looked at his mother.He had adored her...So much."Even though it's his birthday, he never celebrates it," Mr. Watson said quietly.My chest tightened.Of course he didn't.How could he?According to what the matron had told me that day, Adrian had never been particularly close to his father either.His mother must have been his entire world.How could he celebrate the day he was born when that same day had become the day
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