George hesitated, casting a glance at Alexander as if seeking help.

"Are you allergic, and why didn't you tell me all these years?" Alexander's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

I did not withhold the information from you; rather, you chose to be willfully blind, to see and not see. The musings of my heart whispered.

But I remained silent, but Daisy spoke up for me.

"Uncle, you've lived with Mom for so many years, and yet you only know her likes and dislikes, her allergies, when she tells you herself. I've only lived with Mom for less than half a year, and I already know everything about...