Amelia was also thinking about her own origins.
She couldn’t remember anything.
She had little memory to begin with.
Trying to recall her childhood only left her with a blank slate.
But things couldn’t be that dramatic, could they?
Could she really be the seventh miss of the Cromwell family?
Heh.
Probably not. She didn’t look like the adopted daughter of the Cromwell family.
Either way, she would wait for Grace to explain everything properly…
In the distance, Carl watched the scene unfold, his gaze deepening.
It might not be an appropriate comparison, but he couldn’t help but think—if he had been the one she rescued from that cellar, how different would things be?
If they had escaped that desolate village together, their bond would surely be different.
Perhaps even she hadn’t r
