Audrey used to transfer money to me behind George's back all these years. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have lived to be eighteen.
In fact, all the money Audrey transferred to me was deposited on my other bank card, and I never wanted to live on other people's charity.
In particular, Audrey got married later and had her own daughter.
I couldn't disturb her life anymore.
Hearing George's voice filled with anger, Audrey said hesitantly, "I gave it to her just once. After all, an eighteenth birthday is an important thing, and she'll be an adult and live on her own afterward, but I suddenly couldn't contact Eleanor. After all, Eleanor is my sister's own daughter."
She was interrupted by George directly and impatiently before she could finish her sentence.
"Come on, stop talking about her. I don't know where she's been fooling around, and it has nothing to do with me. The only daughter I have is Jennifer!"
Jennifer Mitchell was the name George gave her the day he adopted her.
She had the same last name as Sarah.
George said I didn't deserve to be Sarah's daughter.
He even tried to break off paternity with me several times. If Audrey hadn't stopped him, I would have been an orphan.
At this moment, Audrey sighed helplessly upon hearing this.
Audrey was reluctant and still tried to find out where I was, but she was ruthlessly stopped by George.
"Don't ask me about her, and I don't know any ungrateful person like her. It's amazing that she is so ashamed to have lived until she was eighteen years old!"
With that, George hung up indifferently and relit a cigarette for himself.
Samuel heard everything beside him and sighed, "It's been ten years since Sarah died. Eleanor was innocent, but she suffered enough when you left her outside for ten years."
As Samuel finished speaking, George's tired eyes were filled with tears.
"It's been ten years, but the way Sarah left unwillingly is still clear in my mind. There's no way I'm going to forget that until Eleanor dies in front of me. Otherwise, I'll always do nothing but hate her.
"If it weren't for her, there was no way I'd be separated from the woman I loved. Do you know how envious I felt when I walked down the street during Christmas and saw other people's families together?"
George's words made me feel heartbroken, and I also felt icy cold all over.
It had been ten years, and I cried my innocence in front of George at first.