A small bead rolled and dropped with a soft thud.

It felt as if something had fallen into place inside me.

“Madam Mi doesn’t hate us.”

That statement felt strangely out of place.

Could that really be true?

I had lived my entire life certain that Madam Mi resented and despised me.

Otherwise, none of it made any sense.

‘If not, then how could she act that way?’

There were far more reasons to hate me than to like me.

There were far more reasons to push me away than to accept me.

So, I couldn’t understand.

“She doesn’t hate …