Carolyn's POV:
Even though I pretended to be familiar with Adele, I had never seen my half-sister before.
When I woke up, I was already at the edge of a volcano. After I was rescued, Adele had already been imprisoned, so upon closer inspection, I didn't even know what she looked like.
After the former king finished speaking, he discreetly glanced at me, seemingly worried it might upset me. But I had no reason to be angry. It was quite funny; I didn't even resent Adele.
Perhaps, during the kidnapping, I feared and hated her, but after all these years, as I walked alone through life, tasted numerous joys and sorrows, and witnessed countless farewells, I gradually began to understand the motivation behind her actions.
Her life was like a senseless third-rate opera—a birth abandoned by her mother, growing under the influence of enemies, an inner world filled with hatred, and a life manipulated by emptiness.
