Evelyn stood still, watching Eleanor Keaton's retreating figure. Her brows were tightly knit, her face unknowingly pale and frail, her delicate face full of sorrow.
Is Uncle getting married?
True!
He's already at that age, it's time for him to marry!
Seeing the desolation in Evelyn's eyes, Cecilia Lynch's heart tightened again.
"Evelyn." Cecilia nudged her, "Don't overthink it. His getting married is a good thing. Besides, you've always wanted to break free from him! Moreover, you and your big brother are already friends now, next you should work hard to become his girlfriend!"
Evelyn snapped back, her lips curving slightly upwards, "I wasn't overthinking it! Cece, when it comes to Uncle, you become so sensitive! What really happened between you and Uncle?"
Cecilia shook her head.
There are some things she cannot say.
Evelyn sighed heavily. The secret between Cecilia and Uncle, who knows when it will be revealed.
