"What has Linara done to deserve such harsh words from you?" What had Linara done? Was Chloe truly unaware, or was she just pretending not to know? For sixteen years—sixteen whole years, Linara had basked in the love, warmth, and happiness that should have been Seraphina's, while Seraphina had endured all the suffering that Linara never had to face—cold, hunger, and being trampled upon. Even when the truth came out, Linara remained the esteemed Whitewood heiress, while Seraphina was seen as the unschooled, unrefined spare who couldn't hold her own in society. In her previous life, no one had ever acknowledged Seraphina as the real legitimate heiress while everyone sang Linara's praises. In the Whitewood household, everyone would compare Seraphina to Linara, pitting someone raised in noble grace and high-class schooling against another who had struggled to feed herself, dress warmly, beg for a living, and rely on the generosity of kind-hearted individuals. Is that fair?! Seraphina was just a prideful, dignified sixteen-year-old, yet they had ruthlessly trampled on her very last strand of pride with no concern if she would be hurt or humiliated. They had never pondered the reason she was not comparable to Linara. All they could see was Linara's positive attributes, but had they seen how Seraphina had managed all those years? What could Seraphina use as a comparison to Linara, and how was she qualified for it? Whenever she had not done as great as Linara, Chloe would eye her with disappointment as if telling her—you may be a Whitewood, but you will never be comparable to Linara. My dearest mother, do you know that as Linara played an exorbitant piano in a cushy home, I was out washing dishes for someone in the chilly winter? Even if my hands were red and cracking due to the chill or if I was hurt and drained of color, I still dared not be lazy or stop because I wanted so desperately to live. Do you also know that when Linara enjoyed great food, I had to scavenge for food in the trash can and compete with stray dogs for scraps? Do you know that when Linara was fussed over because of a sneeze, I was suffering a terrible fever and lying in the snow without anyone looking after me? If I hadn't been so lucky, I would have become dust some time ago. All my life, I merely wanted to continue living, with my greatest luxuries being only food and warmth. What chance did I have to compare with the meticulously raised Linara? For sixteen years, I went through the hurt and torment that Linara should have suffered. Should I hate her? Should I fault her for it? Should I lose my temper over that? Right now, my mother is pointing a judgmental finger at me and claiming I am cruel. Should I be thankful to the girl who took my identity? Should I give her my thanks for going through all my hurt and torment? My apologies, but no. Some sarcasm showed on her lips at the sight of the enraged Chloe—her mother by blood but also one who did not reserve anything for Seraphina in her eyes and feelings. Seraphina had never expected Chloe to treat her nicely but just wanted her to be fair, even just slightly. However, Chloe hadn't been able to fulfill such a tiny wish. Since Chloe didn't see Seraphina as her daughter, then she should just treat Seraphina as an unrelated stranger. "If you think that means I'm dooming her into dying, then just believe it. Your happiness is all that matters," responded Seraphina uncaringly.