Two years later, when Lester was born, my care for her grew even more. She was the first person to show me love after my parents passed, and I, blinded by gratitude, grew desperate to hold onto her, believing she was my salvation.
But when Russell reappeared, everything began to fall apart. Kendra’s attitude towards me soured, and she became increasingly indifferent to Lester. She convinced herself that it was Russell who had arranged for the miracle doctor’s help, and that it was Russell’s support that made her recovery possible. In her mind, I was the villain who had manipulated Kendra's father to take the credit. Despite Father Glover’s reminder of the five-year agreement, she refused to believe him and treated me with increasing coldness.
Once Kendra left, the smell of smoke filled the backyard. I staggered toward the front yard, covering my mouth and nose, only to find Russell ordering the servants to throw Lester’s belongings into the fire.
"Hurry up! Get all of this in. Kendra said everyone here will listen to me now. If you don’t like it, leave!" he shouted.
My eyes went red with rage. I rushed forward to grab Lester’s things, but Russell stopped me with a command.