Chapter 36

Ophelia had relented, but only on the condition that I kneeled at Terry's grave. When she said this, I could see her trembling body and the tight clench of her hands. I couldn't see her face, but the hatred in her voice was unmistakable. When we were together, Terry treated me like his own son. He didn't care about my humble background or that I had nothing to my name. He even went out of his way to help me. But when he fell seriously ill and was hospitalized, I didn't visit him once. Worse, I left Ophelia during that time. Her hatred for me was justified. I clenched my fists and looked at her. She kept her back turned. "Fine. I'll go. If it can lessen your hatred, I'll kneel until you're satisfied!" Ophelia let out a bitter laugh, her voice choked with emotion. "Until I'm satisfied? Do you think you only hurt me? Have you forgotten how good my father was to you? He was ready to hand the Smith family's legacy over to you! "And what did you do? When he was gravely ill, and I ne