“He only ended up this way because he was looking for me and Finn.”
“Besides, it’s all in the past. I don’t care about what happened before.”
Theresa seemed to have expected her to say that. It was no surprise, and she just smiled faintly. “Evangeline, I know you don’t care. That’s why I have to.”
“When I was little, I also thought that the only way to be happy was to ignore my own feelings, to be selfless and carefree. I thought being sensible would make people like me more.”
“But that’s not how it works. Not caring about yourself means giving up on yourself. And once you give up on yourself, others won’t have any qualms about how they treat you. To them, you become nothing more than a collection of potential benefits.”
“That’s why someone could be given away as a gift for personal gain, without a second thought.”
Theresa’s gaze darkened slightly.
Evangeline saw the look in her eyes and knew she was thinking about her past.
She had been a gift from Kearney, delivered to Victor’s bed.
That was the day Theresa’s nightmare began.
Thinking of the past, Evangeline couldn't bear to touch on her friend's pain and tried to change the subject.
But Theresa, perhaps sensing her intention, smiled gently and took the lead. “Actually, these are all things Jan taught me.”
At the mention of the name “Jan,” Theresa’s eyes involuntarily softened.
Even her voice grew tender.
Jan, the adopted son of the Lockridges, was the man Theresa had loved most deeply.
Hearing his name, Evangeline’s heart tightened, and she looked at Theresa with worry.
Theresa smiled, knowing what she was afraid of.
She dried her hands and gently took Evangeline's.
Theresa’s palm, still cool from the water, felt chilly, but her tone and smile were warm.
“Evangeline, I’m not sad. I’m actually quite happy.”


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