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Elena was a little shocked, she looked at Charles with a serious expression and seemed to want to say something after she saw the look on his face. “Don’t get me wrong,” said he quietly. “It doesn’t matter to me whether they are good or bad, poor or rich. But since people would attack me by using my true birth once, there will be another time. Rather than let it be used as a means for others to attack me, it would be better to find them.” She really didn’t know what to say. He could talk about them with no feeling what so ever, which led Elena to believe that he really didn’t have much in the way of expectations. Maybe he had been desperate, or maybe her parents healed his wounds. But she could tell that he was very unwilling to face it. She slowly put her arms around his waist. “Elen