Upon hearing this, tears that Ariel Morris had been holding back suddenly burst forth like a broken dam. She cried as she accused, "Uncle, isn't your display of affection enough? I'm already in a bad mood, and now you're flaunting your love!"
"Hey, young lady, I'm teaching you to cherish what you have, so you don't end up regretting it when it's gone."
Ariel's face was streaked with tears as she trembled and said, "But I've already lost... He doesn't want me anymore, and I have no right to have him now."
The driver sighed, "As long as you don't regret this relationship when you look back on it when you're old, that's all that matters."
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Arriving at her destination, Ariel got out of the car, paid the driver, thanked him, and turned to walk toward home.
This so-called home, more accurately, should be the Morris Family. And she was merely the foster daughter of the Morris Family, someone who bore the Morris name yet was an outsider in the Morris Family.
Ariel walked inside.
