I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

For a moment, her conscience ached.

It hurt a lot.

Lady Hieina had written an average of over ten love letters a day to Ferio.

The Voreoti servants called those letters firewood. Even Leonia would just toss them into a box as soon as they arrived.

But what if those ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) letters had been her only lifeline?

What if they were the only way a girl, constantly belittled by her parents as worthless, had mustered the courage to express her heart?

‘...Ah, but still no.’

Leonia’s face turned serious. That didn’t mean she was about to forgive stalker behavior.

Wrong was wrong. Pitiful was pitiful.

But if all of this truly stemmed from an affection deficit in Lady Hieina—and if the root of it all came from the words of her parents—then this wasn’t something that could be brushed off lightly.

‘Wounds made by words don’t heal so easily.’

It was something Ardea once said when warning her to be cautious of Kerena Mereoqa, who had mockingly twisted her words.