"Compared to those who grew up in the orphanage and lost their limbs, you are much luckier. After all, you still have your arms and legs intact, just a little problem with your heart. This disease won't kill you right away, just be careful and you can still live for a few more years."
Annie Lawrence looked at Jeremy's face as it gradually darkened, her mouth curling into a malicious smile. She spoke softly, "Jeremy, are you angry? You should be grateful to me. If it weren't for me, could you have known your true identity?"
"Do you feel that Dad isn't close enough to you? That's normal, after all, you're not his real son."
"I know this fact makes you feel bad. But people always have to face reality. Sooner or later, you'd have to know the truth, isn't it better to find out about it earlier?"
Seeing the blow to Jeremy, Annie Lawrence felt a great joy in her heart.
Now she couldn't do anything to the little bastard Joanna.
