A pang of sorrow accompanied her thoughts, recalling Theodore's earlier sentiments of unworthiness to be Marley's brother.

Why would he think that? He was just a child back then. She could not accept such self-deprecation from him, for he had proven himself a protector beyond measure.

Theodore, however, shook his head.

"Marley was a kind soul. Though she misunderstood, she never bore me any hatred. Instead, she withdrew in silence. She often visited our mother in the southern suburbs since she knew she was lonely there. Over time, her bond with our mother grew stronger. This was originally a good thing.”

Theodore's voice wavered, his grip tightening around Ariana.