Madeline stood, on her guard, and turned toward her precious daughter who remained ignorant.

She did not want to deal with this uninvited guest in front of the young child, but she was extremely uncomfortable with stepping out of the room, leaving this child alone in the room.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared to see me, Mrs. Whitman?” Mockery could be heard in the woman’s voice. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard that your daughter has an incurable disease, so I specially came here to express my sympathy,” Shirley said as she strode in, handing a bouquet of powder blue baby breaths to Lillian.

Madeline had wanted to stop her, but she did not want to frighten the child with her aggressive actions. She could only watch as Shirley tried to worm her way into being friends with Lillian.

“Lillian, these flowers are for you. Do you like them? I’ve heard that powder blue baby’s breaths are your favorite flowers. You ought to admire them properly. You might not necessarily have the chance to receive suc