Aurora wore a white dress, her brows and features carrying a striking resemblance to Grace–seven or eight parts alike.
When Grace first walked in and saw her, she felt a moment of disorientation.
It was as if she were looking at a younger version of herself yet blended flawlessly with the best of that man’s traits.
That was why Aurora’s beauty was so flawless.
Every time she saw Aurora’s face, she couldn’t help but think of him.
Though each memory stirred hatred, sometimes she reminded herself that none of it was the child’s fault.
Back then, Aurora hadn’t even been born. Or rather, being born hadn’t been her choice. Was it really right to take her resentment out on her?
There had been times she regretted it. But Aurora’s recent actions had left her stunned all over again.
This child truly bore that man’s blood–her way of handling things carried his exact style.
Since that was the case, Grace could no longer hold back.
Her eyes grew sharp as the thought settled.
She strode quickly to the table and sat down across from Aurora.
Aurora, seeing her mother’s commanding presence, didn’t know what to say.
She had expected that after so long apart, she might at least see a trace of longing on Grace’s face.
But from the moment she walked in, Grace’s expression had been cold, as if even this meeting was some kind of indulgence.
The thought made Aurora want to laugh. Grace was the one who had asked her to come, so what was the point of putting on this act now?
Aurora wasn’t weak, and she wouldn’t let Grace belittle or trample her.

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