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The young girl wore a white down jacket and a beige knitted long skirt, giving her a delicate and graceful appearance. Her long hair naturally flowed down her back, giving off a sweet and gentle aura. But she was sitting in a wheelchair... Before coming, Britney had heard her parents mention Livia Castro. Her disability wasn’t congenital but was acquired later in life. There were many versions of the story circulating outside, but only the Castro family knew the true details. What was known was that Livia also had a congenital heart condition. Livia was pushed into the room by a maid. Her face, too pale, had a dark blue mark on it. Natalia hurried over, picking up a handkerchief to gently wipe her daughter’s face, clearly distressed. “It’s so cold outside! I told you to stay inside