Chapter 427 Ifs

Emelie no longer believes his promises. Just like those of a compulsive gambler, they held no weight anymore. She didn't want to disturb Greta's rest, so she took him out to the hallway. "Go on." Ronan looked at her and asked carefully, "Does your face still hurt?" He was guilty about slapping her. "In all these years, I've never laid a hand on you…" Emelie cut him off impatiently. "Let's move on, alright? Is there anything else?" Ronan stared at her face in a daze. It was the first time in years he had truly looked at her, and a startling realization dawned on him. The woman staring back bore a striking resemblance to her. His expression softened as he gestured. "When you first arrived, you were tiny. You'd sleep for 22 hours a day, and it was hard to wake you up. We thought you were sick and brought you to a lot of doctors. We were worried because your sister never slept so much as a baby. "The doctors said everything was fine. I wondered if you had sensed the darkness