Tired of being in my room, hiding from everyone to conceal my face, I head downstairs to the living room. Although I must admit that resting has helped me a lot. In fact, I thought a lot about the conversation I had with Ian about the possibility of not being Ulysses's daughter. I really don't know how to feel about it. I don't want to get my hopes up. The best thing I can do right now is to push those thoughts out of my mind. What I need now is to do something, or I'll go crazy lying in bed all day. I approached the kitchen and heard whispers.
"Do you think she and the sir are going to stay?" I heard Benson say. "It's clear she's only here for her own interests with him."
"Don't you get tired of being a harpy?"
"I'm just saying what I see. I wasn't wrong about the other woman," Benson
