Chapter 221 The Bet

• “Hazel,” Zephyr’s expression and tone were both awkward. “Let me explain this properly.”
• “Everything’s already out in the open. What’s left to explain?” Hazel’s eyes were swimming with tears. “I’m not petty. Celia is my sister’s daughter—my own niece. But every time I think about those years back then…”
• She was getting on in years, but in Zephyr’s eyes, Hazel looked like a flower beaten by rain—fragile, hesitant, and heartbreakingly sad.