Moving quickly, Rachel hurriedly grabbed the doll on the floor and held it in her arms.
Like an idiot. She was careless and didn't put it away.
"This is mine."
There was a lot of greed in Rachel's voice as she said it was hers. She looked nervous as she hid the doll in her arms, worried that maybe the blonde girl would take something that was hers.
Then the blonde girl looked at Ian, her mouth agape as if her pride had been hurt.
"Would you like to see it?"
"Yes, I'd like to see it."
Ian's purple eyes reached Rachel and the doll she held to her chest.
Rachel knew exactly what the gaze meant, but never wanted to give the doll away, so she stood there pretending she didn't understand.
Ian's eyes became colder and colder.
The thin smile that had formed when he looked at the blonde girl disappeared and his face turned cold.
He held out his hand towards Rachel without saying a word, and Rachel couldn't say anything else, handing him the doll she had hidden inside her arms.
Rachel's cherished doll moved to Ian, then to the blonde girl.
Everything about the doll didn't fit with this old house at all.
The dress that the doll was wearing was silk that could be seen at a glance, and the doll's hair was soft like the real thing.
At a glance, the doll looked expensive.
The blonde girl seemed to like the doll.
Perhaps it was because the doll was beautiful, or maybe it was just a momentary greed.
The girl looked at the doll carefully with serious eyes.
"I want it."
"But it's mine."
Rachel, who had been looking at the girl and the doll anxiously, hastily opened her mouth.
"If you want it, take it."
However, Ian interrupted Rachel's words. There was no one in this empty house to listen to the young Rachel.
Ian nodded and handed Rachel's doll over to the blonde girl with a single word.
"Really? Thank you so much!"
The blonde girl's cheeks plumped up as she smiled brightly, happy that she could now have what she wanted.
Neatly folded eyes and nicely raised lips make that girl even prettier.
"But it's mine.'"
Rachel murmured, frustrated by her current unfair situation.
"The young master gave it to me."
Rachel murmured as she stared at her doll in the blonde girl's arms. Rachel wished that Ian would give the doll back to her even now.
"Hey, Ian said it's mine now."
But no matter how long Rachel waited, Ian did not change his words and did not return the doll to Rachel again.
"But............................."
Rachel realized that she would never be able to hold that doll again. It was unfair but she couldn't forcefully take the doll back.
Rachel just walked out of the cabin with tears streaming down her face. She fled deep into the forest with the cold wind blowing in her face.
It was the first gift she had received and she had something to call it 'hers' for the first time in her life.
