"Is that so?"
"Mr. Marquez said that you should sleep first. There's no need to wait for him." Dulce said.
Elizabeth couldn't sleep at all. She just went back, feeling tired.
In the soft bed, she closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep.
But all she could think of was the Ms. Pollard crying in Ronald's arms.
The usually cold and indifferent Ronald also seemed to be especially different to her. He looked warm and his tone was gentle as he coaxed her.
Was she really his sister?
Why did he never mention it?
Unknowingly, she began to let her imagination run wild again. The more she thought, the more confused she became. The more confused she became, the more she couldn't sleep.
After tossing and turning for an entire night, she was finally tired by the time it was dawn. Onl
