She didn't cry, but she did pass out. From that day, her uncle told her that from now on, she had nothing to do with the Lake family. And Irish had told herself that one day, she would get even with them.
Facing the mirror, Irish burst into tears. Until now, she couldn't understand why her mother would fall in love with a man so cold-blooded.
Even if he brutally hurt her, she still looked at this photo until her dying breath.
It was Henry Lake.
She closed her eyes, and Irish wiped her tears away. That horrible man didn't deserve her love. When she returned to the bedroom, there was only endless loneliness there. Standing before the window, she could see the busy street. This city had never been lonely because loneliness always belonged to the people there.
Irish rubbed her forehead, and a dull pain began to throw in her heart. She took a deep breath, and finally, the pain went away.
