Even though nearly thirty years had passed,
the man before her didn’t look all that different from back then.
Older, yes—with some wrinkles—but still dignified, still carrying that refined handsomeness from his youth.
The eldest son of the Lawrence family…
He was James.
She had lived with her mother in the Lawrence household for many years, only leaving when she started university and moved to Vanclyn.
Now, James was looking at Margaret up close.
His gaze froze.
Their expressions made both Candice and Robert feel a flicker of suspicion.
“You’re Aunt Smith’s daughter… Maria?”
James dug through layers of memory and pulled out the image of a young, innocent face.
He was utterly shocked.
Margaret’s heart pounded wildly.
She’d never dreamed that after all these years, they would me
