In the evening, at the Carter residence, Orson was curled up on the mat. Now an adult, he stood over six feet tall, much bigger than he was as a child.
Hearing footsteps outside the door, Orson quickly got up. His eyes barely open, he turned around and bowed twice, saying, “Butler, I was wrong. Please tell Mother to forgive me.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of luxurious silk. It wasn’t the butler.
Orson raised his head to see Quinlan's imposing face, and he was so startled that he stuttered, “M-Mother.”
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his trembling hands couldn’t find control.
Quinlan glanced at the tuft of hair on his head, and an inexplicable anger rose within her. “I told you to find someone. All you had to do was hand over the contract. Such a simple tas
