The dim hospital corridor was now thick with the bitterness of Charlie's old memories. Lily looked at him, and in her eyes there was more astonishment than anger.
"Charlie, I admit that adopting Serena's child was a great and noble act. Where Serena abandoned her innocent, milk-fed baby to die, you gave her shelter. But there's one thing I cannot understand… your anger should have been directed at Serena. Why did you target Luciana instead? Why did you send that cursed doll to that poor girl? Luciana didn't even know you—what reason did you have to turn her life into hell?"
A faint, venomous smile curved Charlie's lips. He stroked his daughter's head; she was still clinging to his knees, sobbing.
"Papa, why are you crying? These people are bad—make them go away," the little girl said through her tears. Her trembling voice crushed Serena's heart as though it were being ground to shards of glass.
