"Sister, it's my fault..."
Hayden Caldwell was clearly an adult, but now stood in front of Olindo Caldwell like a child who had made a mistake, head down, hands clutching the edges of her coat, her toes pressing into the snowy ground, heels shifting restlessly.
Fearful, uneasy.
"How many times have I told you not to touch that bow! But you wouldn't listen! Do you really need to cause trouble to behave?" Olindo Caldwell was truly angry.
The aloof and elegant woman stood amidst the snow, like a fairy untainted by the mortal world.
She was as graceful as a lotus emerging from the water.
Even Baylor Davenport felt a slight pang of jealousy.
Their mother had passed away early. It was said the eldest sister was like a mother. Olindo Caldwell had always been mature and steady, taking care of her playful younger sister like a mother would.
"Sis, I know I was wrong... Besides, nothing happened..." Hayden Caldwell said, still defiant, with her head lowered.
