Keshton sensed the sorrow in her tone and looked at her face. “Do you miss your mother?” Sibyl chuckled, finishing the last bite of her cake. “I don’t even remember her face at this point,” she casually replied. “Why don’t you remember?” Sibyl looked up at him, revealing a hidden part of her life. “When I was ten, my mom abandoned me. The only thing I remember is watching her back disappearing from view in the middle of the night when she opened the door and left without looking back. Later, Dad went insane when he read the letter she left behind. She was fed up with having a drunkard mate, a good-for-nothing son, and living in poverty. She abandoned us to start a new life,” she casually explained, but Keshton could clearly feel her sadness behind that slight smile. “Don’t look at me like
