LOGINBeatrice looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected William to speak up for her, especially not after their argument earlier. William rubbed his forehead. "I investigated Henry beforehand. His family background is excellent, his reputation is good and his personality is outstanding. So I didn'
What kind of mother are you, Beatrice?" Grace suddenly stood up, unable to hold back her anger any longer. "How can you make Rose feel guilty for something she didn't do?" She asked as her sharp gaze landed on Beatrice before she continued. "If Rose is supposed to protect Sophia, then who is suppo
Donna’s expression remained unreadable as she sat at the head of the long ancestral table. The atmosphere inside the Gray family home had grown heavy and tight enough to suffocate. To the extent everyone could feel it. Beatrice had already thrown her accusations. Rose had calmly defended herself.
"But think about it carefully. How could Rose disappear so conveniently? And why did Sophia end up in her place if she wasn't invited?" Lucy shook her head. "There are too many coincidences." Grace was so angry that she almost laughed. "So because there are coincidences, you immediately assume Ros
Gray ancestral home had never felt this oppressive before. The spacious hall was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was so tense that even the servants moved carefully, afraid to make the slightest noise. The main branch of the Gray family had gathered. Although no one dared to speak carelessly but
Before he could respond, the office door opened. Beatrice walked in hurriedly. The moment she saw him, she asked anxiously, "How was it? Did you find out anything?" William looked up at her. For some reason, seeing Beatrice's anxious face stressed him more. He suddenly remembered the investigati
That night. The Anderson estate’s dining room glowed in the soft amber light of the chandelier, casting a warm haze over the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted chicken, buttered vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the air, making the evening feel cozy despite the formality of the
Later That Day – School Library, Quiet Section. The library was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustle of pages. Most students were at lunch, but Rose remained seated at the far end near the tall arched window, surrounded by opened books and notes. She
The next day. It was still early in the school day, just before the second bell. The halls buzzed faintly with the murmur of students heading to first period, but Victoria wasn't in class. She excused herself with the calm assurance of someone used to moving unnoticed—just a quiet nod and a vague
When Rose stepped back into the classroom, the weight of her discovery still clung to her. Kehlani glanced up from her desk, her eyes sharp. “You look like someone who just clawed something out of a grave,” she murmured. Rose slid into her seat with a sigh. “I might have.” Kehlani leaned closer,







