My happy life was like a fragile piece of paper, which would be easily torn apart.

I sat on the balcony all night.

Until dawn, I went to wake Lydia as usual.

I was combing her hair.

Her round little face was filled with worries.

She said, "Will Auntie come today?"

I patiently explained, saying, "Paisley fell into the water yesterday. She needs to rest well today. She can't take you to the aquarium. Would you like Mom to take you there instead?"

In the mirror, she said with great disappointment, "No!"

I finished combing her hair. I was about to put a little dress on her.

Lydia murmured, "Mom, let's not go to a beach for birthday celebrations in the future."

I hadn't even reacted yet. Then she said unhappily, "It's because you wanted to go to the seaside that my plan with Auntie got ruined, Mommy."

My hand paused in midair.

Paisley was my step-Daisy brought by my stepmother.

I used to be indifferent to her.

She had once been with my ex-boyfriend, Zachary.

We even avoided each other daily.

Then Lydia was born.

As a new mother, I was busy being a mother. Meanwhile, I was worried about my career.

She volunteered to take care of Lydia for me, saying that I could focus on my painting art.

Then we became closer.

No matter how George felt, Lydia was unaware of his feelings for her. She devoted herself to Zachary wholeheartedly.

I suppressed my emotions and tidied up my face.

Last night, Paisley had fallen into the water. I was going to her house to check on her.

Just as I entered the White family's house, I heard strange words from the nanny.

"Mr. Marshall was here. I was wondering why you didn't come with him, Mrs. Marshall."

I was stunned.

I thought George had hurriedly left for the company this morning. I didn't expect him to come to visit Paisley instead.

I quietly went upstairs.

Before I went in, I heard George's gentle voice from inside.

"You were originally weak. Take good care of yourself."

"This time, it was Daisy's fault for causing this trouble. She shouldn't have gone to the seaside."

"It turns out that George is gentle to her as well." I tightly clenched my fingers.

Paisley replied warmly, "It's not Daisy's fault. It's because of my carelessness."

...

I turned around and sat in the living room, waiting.

In no time, my father also came.

After seeing me, he immediately started to harshly criticize me.

"It was your birthday. Why did you have to go to the seaside?"