“Emily is my daughter. She carries Shaw's blood, so she deserves an identity. But you? You have nothing to do with this family. Don’t covet what isn’t yours.”

“If you know what’s good for you, be grateful and come back now. Pack up your things in your room and move to the backyard!”

I listened to his harsh words and thought of all the pain Emily had suffered these past three years.

I couldn’t help but sneer silently.

The me who once begged him so desperately now seemed utterly ridiculous.