she had spent eight years of her life there. There were too many silent grief concealed deep within her heart. The truth was, no one could ever comprehend her anguish. Only she knew exactly how belittled and awful she was throughout that time. She didn't want to display her frailty in front of just anybody. Writting was her only way to vent out anger.

William couldn't help frowning after hearing that. What was she attempting to hide?

“Come here.” He spoke in a hushed voice. Ada paused upon hearing that.

She could never grasp what this guy was thinking at every time, but she had no option but to attend...