"Your sister doesn't have time to accompany you; she has her own things to do."
Rose Yates seemed very sad as she pitifully said, "But being alone really scares me! If my sister is here, I won't be afraid."
Saying that, she actually turned and ran toward Scarlett Yates, reaching out to hug one of her legs: "Sister, please, accompany me, won't you? I'm really scared alone."
Scarlett looked down, seeing a pure and angelic face looking up at her pitifully.
Rose's fragrant and soft body clung to her as she sweetly pleaded, "Sister, please? Please? Practice the piano with me. I love my sister! Please say yes."
Underneath that angelic innocent smile, who knows what calculations were taking place.
If she hadn't experienced it herself, Scarlett would never believe a ten-year-old girl could possess such deep cunning.
Rose was even more formidable than Scarlett had imagined. Her ability to stay composed far exceeded many adults.
