Raina propped herself up with one hand, breathing heavily, her face even paler than before.
As much as she wanted to stay strong in front of Craig, the physical pain was making it hard for her to breathe, and a sharp, relentless ache pierced her heart.
Once, he only knew her as a fallen heiress. Now that he knew she was an illegitimate daughter, she felt his ridicule would surely cut even deeper.
"She..."
Stella froze, a hint of surprise flashing across her delicate face.
She hadn't expected Craig to care about such details. "Technically speaking, she isn't fit to keep vigil for Grandma, but this time... there's a special reason..."
Fiona walked over with a smile, guiding Craig to sit on the sofa.
She even offered an explanation. "Mr. Jenson, you might not know. Mrs. Caroline Powell
