The old woman saw Irene crying. She could not bear to watch.

"Then, eat up first. After your meal, I'll take you around the neighborhood to walk. Irene. It is a thousand times better here. You will surely like living in the city," the old woman said. "Rose is lucky, too! She has been adopted by Avery Tate. She won't have to worry in the future."

"Grandma, didn't you say that Aunt Avery is a bad person? Since she is a bad person, why do you say that Rose will have a good life?"

"A bad person might not treat everyone badly. She might treat Rose well."

"Then how do you know that she will treat Rose well? What if she bullies Rose? Unless she isn't as bad as you say," Irene said logically.

Ever since leaving the chapel, she had been thinking about Avery and Rose.

The Avery Tate she had met was such a gentle person. She did not look like a bad person. A person's eyes, tone, and impression that they had left on another person would not lie.

Of course, Irene was still young. She could n