— Make excuses, — Bertha waved him off, — that’s probably how you ended up in the baron’s orphanage – you latched on like a leech to your real parents and didn’t help them in any way.
Of course, there was no real offense. Daniel was indeed quite lazy, managing to simply be in the right place at the right time. As for his parents, he didn’t care about his mother at all, and he had mixed feelings about his father: indifference combined with a desire to secretly find out what kind of person he was, and a fear of possible disappointment.

