Chapter 8
Marcos knew I had gone to the hospital, and probably fearing I might say something that would ruin the current happy mood, he warned me.
But what was the meaning of Grace's gaze... I couldn't make sense of it, but the exhaustion in my body made me not want to stay any longer.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to congratulate you on coming home."
Marcos sneered coldly, but Grace had already bounced over to me and grabbed my hand.
"You're Lyra Lane, my sister? I heard about you when I was abroad, and I've always been looking forward to meeting you. I'm so glad we finally met."
Grace was like a beautiful lark, chattering away non-stop.
She was different from what I had imagined. I thought she would, like Marcos, reject my existence, worried that I would take her position and affec
