“Isn’t it obvious? Can’t you see it?”
Lily Blackwood did not confirm it outright. She simply gave the little boy an ambiguous answer, her tone calm and unbothered.
The boy gritted his teeth, still unwilling to accept that he had picked on the wrong person.
“I don’t believe it! You’re lying!”
He stomped away. Lily made no move to chase after him.
She turned to Henry Yates and said softly, “Uncle Yates, thank you.”
The polite, well-behaved manner only made Henry like the little girl more.
Unbidden, the information he had gathered about Naomi Hart and Ethan Blackwood surfaced in his mind.
Seven years.
Naomi had endured seven years inside the Blackwood family. She had taken care of both father and son, given Ethan a precious daughter like Lily, and received nothing but neglect in retu
