Tears welled up in Serena's eyes and began to roll down her cheeks.
"You heard it yourself," Martha started. "They've been giving spending money to Ms. Rose. They were bedridden for months, and the first thing they did when they woke up wasn't to check on you, but to transfer money to Ms. Rose. What does that tell you? They care more about their real granddaughter. To them, you're nothing more than a stranger."
Serena's heart ached even more.
"They're family, after all. Ms. Rose only visited them a few times, yet their bond is so strong. They text and call each other every day. Look at your phone—how many messages, calls, or monetary transfers have they sent you since they woke up?"
The light in Serena's eyes dimmed. The answer was none. Not a single one.
They hadn't transferred any money to her, nor had they sent her a single message of care.
"Martha..."
