Mary suddenly smiled, her gaze falling on Amanda’s cold yet stunning face. “Amanda, you're quite impatient. I only wanted to share some things from the past, but it seems you're not interested. Fine then, let’s get straight to the point.”
“Delphine and Evelyn, they’re from the same place as me—Dynastia.”
Amanda froze slightly. A strange premonition welled up inside her. She felt like she might finally learn something about her mother from this Lady Mary.
Now came the important part. Mary, not entirely sure, studied Amanda.
She had never met the Amanda of the Wilson family before.
“If you really are that Amanda, I’ve heard some things about her. She wasn’t born of Evelyn, but was raised by her. Evelyn is around my age. She’s never seen me, but I’ve seen her. After marrying into Cindale
