At the Ashford Mansion
That night, after leaving the hospital, Marcus and his mother returned to the mansion.
Mrs. Ashford felt a sharp pang in her chest as she saw Rosey lounging on the couch, pretending to be her daughter. Every gesture, every smile from the fraud felt like a knife twisting in her heart.
But, just as Maya had advised, they had to wait for the right moment. For now, they would pretend everything was normal and bide their time.
Rosey suddenly jumped up from the couch and ran toward Mrs. Ashford, arms wide.
“Mommy! I missed you so much! How could you go out with brother without telling me? I’m so mad!” she said, feigning indignation.
Marcus scoffed silently. She deserves an Oscar… or maybe a whole career in acting, he thought inwardly.
Mrs. Ashford managed a small sm
