Seeing the brand-new Chanel sportswear on Abigail, Dante couldn't resist asking, "Was your family really wealthy before?"
Abigail paused for a moment, quickly smoothing over the slight furrow in her brow, then forced a smile: "Don't laugh at me if I tell you. Before I turned fourteen, I was still a rich second-generation kid. But later, the company went bankrupt, and now it's just me, my sister, and my younger sister left."
Her words were calm, but a hint of bitterness inevitably lingered in them.
Dante asked, "What about your parents?"
"They're gone... They couldn't handle the pressure and jumped off a building." Abigail's eyes and eyebrows darkened slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It's okay... It's been many years."
No matter how sharp the pain, no matter how
