Despair reflected in Harvey's eyes.

Toph looked at him, feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness. Harvey was thin as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His complexion was ghostly pale, a shade of abnormal pallor.

Fate seemed relentless. It was like living in hell for being born into this family.

"I don't know why they treat me like this," Harvey self-mockingly smiled. "Since I was little, my father never liked me. In my memory, he never smiled at me or even held me.

"And my mother, she's sometimes good to me, sometimes bad. Sometimes she indulges me, other times she hits me even harder than my sister...

"And I found out about Jodie's secret ten years ago."

"Her secret?" Toph's heart lurched. He had overheard Chris and Lena murmuring that Jodie had no blood relation to Delilah.

few lines twisted into distorted figures

face was Jodie,

wrong," Toph said in a low voice. "The

herself." Harvey's words dropped like stones into a

she often injected herself with something. I was young then, naive about drugs. I

a wry smile. "I

Toph was bewildered. "Why?"

in our family has this illness except her. In Maisie's family,

Toph clenched his fists.

that was what Chris and Lena had been murmuring about... Jodie wasn't a Newhouse. The true Newhouses heiress was probably

you like that and claims you're mentally ill openly because you discovered

lunatic's words? But what's most despairing in this

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