Stella's POV:
The large doors slowly opened, and Sheila emerged, leading a porcelain-like little girl by the hand. Two bodyguards immediately moved closer, radiating alertness. I felt a surge of anger, but held it back in front of the child. I hurried over, crouched down, and greeted her.
The little girl's face was filled with apprehension, and she kept hiding behind Sheila.
Sheila gave a wry smile. "This child has been kept inside all day. She's four years old and has barely had any contact with the outside world. She's almost become withdrawn."
My heart ached. I took the child in my arms and murmured softly, "Sophia, don't be afraid. It's me, your godmother. We've talked on the phone before, remember? Look, what's this? A Barbie doll! Do you like it?"
Fortunately, the child's inher
