"Yes," Serena Frost whispered, her fingers interlacing tightly with Gwendolyn’s. A small, fragile smile touched her lips—the first genuine expression of warmth she had shown since the world turned dark. "I still have you, Gwendolyn."
As she looked at her daughter, Serena’s mind was a whirlwind of calculations. Everything she had done, every lie she had told, and every secret she had guarded wasn't for her own political survival. She knew that both she and Chester were far from innocent; they were "stained" in the eyes of the law, and no amount of whitewashing would ever truly clear their names. They were parasites who had fed on the system for too long.
But Gwendolyn was different. Her daughter was the only thing in her life that wasn't a transaction.
The primary reason Serena was now w
