Natalie’s head spun, although her world stopped spinning as the name Ronoele kept playing like a haunting song in her ears.
“R-Ronoele? The girl who was persecuted because of being accused as a witch?”
Damian gradually nodded, reaching for his daughter’s shaking hands.
“The Ronoele who was buried in the dying oak tree… is my sister?”
“Yes. I’m sorry that I have to keep it from you for so long. Teddy asked me that request because he didn’t know how you would react.”
And he waited until she was ready to listen to the rest of his story.
Damian was dumbfounded when he heard Teddy’s response.
“Ronoele, the one you’ve always been waiting for, is your elder sister?”
Teddy nodded while slurping the remaining chocolate drink on the carton innocently. His facial reaction was as pure as dayli
