Getting what you want, four simple words that interpreted all the bonds clearly.

Matthew took a sip of his drink and searched the crowd for Serena, finding her standing with Eleanor, the two of them unsure of what they were talking about.

The atmosphere between them was awkward, not at all like mother and daughter.

Matthew stood around the corner and didn't go over to interrupt, looking at Serena worriedly.

Serena had her head down, a glass of red wine cupped in her hand, and wasn't drinking.

Eleanor sighed, her gaze a little sad.

No matter how deep the blood relationship is, under the rinse of time, it will also...