Back then, she and the lady of the Jenkins family had dominated the entire New York elite circle.
And now, someone who looked just like her had returned.
Before, when they saw Abby, they thought she somewhat resembled how the Miss Amelia had looked as a child.
But now… there was no comparison.
Their aura couldn’t be more different.
This was what a true the Cromwell family heir should be like.
No one questioned if she was real anymore.
Instead, they couldn’t take their eyes off her.
From the moment she entered the estate to when she walked into the study, she carried herself with grace and confidence, her features strikingly refined.
Amelia hadn’t expected that her mere appearance would immediately win over the household staff.
But she had bigger concerns—like how much poison had
