Chapter 180 Clara Mercer’s Brother

During those times, she would keep her head down as she ate the walnut cookies and wiped her tears. She would listen as he blew his own trumpet over how he made the group of naughty kids cry. He had a flair for showmanship as he made Clara Mercer happy.

She would cry and cry, but then suddenly, she would laugh.

However, after they grew up, they grew apart.

They were once close, but now, they were