"Sister..." Damian Wentworth's voice was as faint as a kitten's meow.
Claire Wentworth turned her head subconsciously.
"Sister." Damian Wentworth called out again. At this moment, he had no one else to turn to. The pain in his stomach had made him lose all sensation, and he was spitting up blood. He felt that he might be dying soon. His parents were fighting, his second sister was crying, and even Hector, who had always been the kindest to him in the family, was trying to stop the fight. The only person who was available was his eldest sister, whom he had never liked.
He looked at Claire Wentworth, his eyes filled with fear as tears streamed down his face. Claire Wentworth finally couldn't harden her heart. She walked around the chaotic group of people and crouched down beside Damian We
