"Grace? You sound so affectionate when you call her. If someone doesn't know, they would think she is your wife. Don't forget that you and Estelle are still married!"
Dale looked at Keith and snorted.
"Don't think I don't know. You are just an adopted son brought back by the Norris family. You have long loved Estelle, right?"
When I heard Dale's words, I felt so aggrieved. He could insult me however he wanted, but Keith and I grew up together, and he was not adopted.
Keith was the son of my father's childhood friend. Their family used to be well-off, but his parents died in a car accident.
His several uncles along with his grandparents took the opportunity to divide up the family property.
Back then, Keith had just learned to walk, and even his custody was passed around.
My parents couldn't bear to see it and took me to see him.
The first time I saw him, he was pushed down and fell hard on a big stone on his back.
When I lifted his clothes to look, I saw a big, dark bruise, but he smiled while giving me the candy in his hand.
Almost at that moment, I was sure that I'd be Keith's sister for a lifetime.