She sobbed, crying out, “Mom, please don’t leave me!”
But Sommer only turned around and shot her a vicious glare.
“Stop crying. If you don’t, I’ll throw you into the river and drown you. You’re driving me crazy. Get out of my sight and don’t ever come back. Just seeing you makes me sick.”
She was only three years old at the time—her mother’s words left her frozen in terror.
She was scared.
She blamed herself, convinced she wasn’t good enough, that she was the reason her mother hated her.
She kept crying, until someone came up from behind and knocked her out.
When she woke up, she was already at Cloud Village.
She hadn’t thought of that day in years.
But today, while talking to her grandmother, those hazy memories snapped into focus.
She hadn’t wandered off and gotten lost—Sommer had abandoned her.
All this time, Octavia had been closely watching Sabrina’s expression.
When she saw that Sabrina wasn’t too affected by the memory, Octavia finally felt a little relieved.
Sabrina didn’t tell her grandmother the truth.
There was no need.
She had no proof. Who would believe the word of a three-year-old, claiming her mother had thrown her away?
Her grandmother might believe her. But what would that change?
It wouldn’t erase the years of suffering she’d endured.
It wouldn’t change Sommer’s status within the Sutton family.
It wouldn’t change her own place in the family, either.
If she said anything, it would only add to her grandmother’s worries and accomplish nothing.
No, she would settle the score with Sommer someday, but on her own terms.
Steeling herself, she switched the subject to Hester.
Octavia knew in her heart that everyone in the Sutton family had their eyes on her shares.
Hester was no exception.
But they never thought—there was only one share. No matter what, it would never go to someone with a scheming heart.
But Sabrina’s mind was spinning. Everything seemed to circle back to Verdant Peak.
They called her a harbinger of bad luck. Even the adoptions were prompted by a monk on Verdant Peak.
Later, Grandma just happened to find Hester there, too.
So many people visit that mountain every day. Why was it only Grandma who found Hester sick and alone by the roadside?
Too many coincidences stop being coincidences.
In the past, she wouldn’t have thought twice. But now, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something was off.
Feigning casual curiosity, Sabrina asked, “Grandma, what was the monk’s name? If he was so good at predicting things, maybe I should go see him myself someday.”
“Father Abbot,” Octavia replied.

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