Curse Others, Curse Yourself?!
Scarface gasped sharply.
Better not stay in the capital?!
Could Master Dawnshade have foreseen that the person he brought was actually the seventh young lady the Cromwell family just reclaimed?
Scarface opened his mouth, about to speak, but Amelia beat him to it:
"Master, may I ask if there is a way to resolve this?"
"It is very difficult to resolve." The elderly man looked compassionate. "Some suffering is beyond your control. You lacked love since childhood, rarely understood by others, leading to resentment."
Amelia spun the teacup in her fingers, her smile faint. "Resentment?"
"Yes," the old man looked at her. "Your suffering stems from resentment—you are unaware of it yet unable to break free. You wonder why others have what you lack."
Elijah, l
