"Sebastian, why did you choose to help me?"
There was no such thing as a free lunch. I wanted to know what Sebastian expected from me in return.
"Ms. Helena, I have a daughter too. You can trust me." He gave me a slight bow, a gesture that hinted at an explanation but kept its depths hidden. "I should get back to work now."
He had a daughter?
As the door clicked shut behind him, I mulled over his words, absentmindedly chewing my food. Why didn't I know this?
I'd spent even more time with him in my previous life, yet he had never mentioned his family.
No, it wasn't that I didn't know. I had never cared to ask.
Back then, my gaze had always been fixed upward on the Anderson couple, on Cyrus, on Fiona. I'd never spared a thought for the people beneath the same roof.
Frustration and re
