Mia Ginger stood like a tree.
As if devoid of emotion, devoid of sensation, standing with her back straight.
She heard Zane Jackson’s words, word by word, clearly, and also heard Lydia Williams and Charlotte Chester’s words, word by word, clearly.
Strangely, she didn’t even need to look to imagine everyone’s expressions.
She could even sense the subtle changes in everyone’s emotions.
Zane Jackson still had Koa Jackson’s mother in his heart, although he rarely smiled or spoke, he still cared for and loved his only son with his deceased wife.
The old man also loved Koa Jackson, so he could only suddenly fall silent.
The elderly man who made her feel immense warmth at their first meeting, now had a complex and contradictory heart, still cherishing her, but loving his grandson even more.
Compared to the grievances Koa Jackson might have to endure, her feelings paled in comparison.
Lydia Williams might be feeling jealous yet satisfied.
But no matter how you put it, the satisfaction of hitting her was much more than the subtle jealousy towards Koa Jackson’s mother. After all, Koa Jackson’s mother is already dead, who would have a quarrel with a dead person?
Her biological mother finally defended her this time.
But it was merely to hold onto this marriage that made her proud. She didn’t care if she was insulted or what, as long as her daughter could marry Koa Jackson.
Her biological father said nothing.
Perhaps he pitied her, yet he too considered the elderly man who had taken care of him for many years, and he couldn’t make a decision either.
The only one truly suffering like her was Camilia Davis.
She deceived her, then sent her back, and apart from subjecting her to endless targeting and humiliation, gained nothing else.
Mia Ginger thought sadly, her heart like ashes.
Actually, that’s not true.
She met the big brother she yearned for, wore his shirts, slept in his bed, went to his study, and ate, read, and ran with him.
He was a man of few words, but with her, he had much to say, occasionally frowning like a disciplinarian.
He took her shopping, carried her bag, bought clothes and shoes for her according to his own taste, and even, in a bustling mall, unapologetically slapped Marianne Jackson, earning her face.
Such a man, cold and aloof like an alpine flower, would also patiently and gently talk to her, comfort her, and teach her how to waltz.
The waltz, also known as the round dance, can be performed endlessly, every time she spun and turned back, she could see his cool and picturesque brows and eyes.
One of her hands rested on his shoulder, while the other was in his palm.
It turns out it was already so much.
Only a little over half a month, and she already had so many memories with him.
So many that every time she thought of them, they felt weighty, and the joy in her heart was so full it was about to overflow, drowning her, leaving her unable to breathe, willingly submerged.
Recollecting in a trance, like awakening from a dream.
Actually, it’s already enough.
The efforts she made reached the critical point, the humiliation she endured also reached the critical point.
There will not be any more.
She fits in neither with the Ginger Family, nor the Jackson Family, nor with Koa Jackson.
She should no longer feel the pain, but she continued to feel it, just thinking about it made her heart ache down to the bones, twisting her almost to suffocation.
Very regrettable and painful, she could no longer have him.
But she also felt happy and relieved, he was so fortunate, having such a loving grandfather and father, having such a stepmother who, even if she didn’t love him, had to greet him with a smiling face.