Chapter 1849

Despair reflected in Harvey's eyes. Toph looked at him, feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness. Harvey was thin as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His complexion was ghostly pale, a shade of abnormal pallor. Fate seemed relentless. It was like living in hell for being born into this family. "I don't know why they treat me like this," Harvey self-mockingly smiled. "Since I was little, my father never liked me. In my memory, he never smiled at me or even held me. "And my mother, she's sometimes good to me, sometimes bad. Sometimes she indulges me, other times she hits me even harder than my sister... "And I found out about Jodie's secret ten years ago." "Her secret?" Toph's heart lurched. He had overheard Chris and Lena murmuring that Jodie had no blood relation to Delilah. "Yes." Harvey picked up a pen, casually sketching on paper. A few lines twisted into distorted figures like a scene from a chilling horror film. Toph could tell that the twisted face was Jodie, holdin