Chapter 700 Sarah's Compassion

• "May... may I stay?" Ursula echoed behind her, her voice fragile with hope and sadness.
• Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ursula's cries, though muffled by the walls, had reached Sarah's ears. She saw the tear-streaked face and heard the frail voice of Rowena. Sarah's impression of Ursula wasn't favorable, but the girl in the wheelchair tugged at her heartstrings. Compassion stirred within her.
• Biting her lip, Sarah tugged at Cherise's sleeve and said, "She seems pitiful. Why don't we let them stay for dinner? We have plenty of food; it's no big deal."