“This little alley is truly narrow and shabby. It’s poor beyond belief!”
The speaker was Molly Ashford, whom Amelia had met earlier at the hotel.
She was supporting a delicate young woman, with a slight sneer on her lips. "Miss, there’s no need for you to come all the way here yourself. In an environment like this, what kind of renowned doctor could possibly come out of it?"
"Molly, please stop." The young woman wore a fishtail dress, and her high heels made it a little difficult to walk on the cobblestone path. "Just think of it as doing a favor for Uncle."
Molly sighed, "Miss, you’re the adopted daughter of the Cromwell family. In the future, the shares of Cromwell’s company will all be yours. Do you really need to give him any face?"
"Molly." The young woman furrowed her
