It was getting difficult for her with each passing minute to sit in their company. Now, everything was as clear as day.
For them, she didn't exist.
They had mourned and buried their daughter a long time back.
That was the reason they were showing their affection but never tried to probe about her past.
They hadn't forgotten her. They just thought that she was a random girl who reminded them of their dead daughter.
That's it.
Ever since she woke up in this house, she had been looking for ways to break it to them that she was their own flesh and blood.
But now she wasn't sure. How would she make them believe? Even if they would try to confirm it from Valerie, that bitchy woman would never tell the truth and could come up with some twisted lies.
After dinner, they all stayed in the garden, seated on the thick Iranian carpet laid on the grass. The servants served them green tea that had a cardamom smell to it.
