Back in the room, Lily sat on the sofa and gestured for Vivian to do the same.
"I'll check the source of this number first and see if I can find any clues," she said, taking out her phone.
Vivian sat beside her, watching Lily's focused expression. A wave of complicated emotions surged within her. She had always looked down on Lily, believing her to be nothing more than a lowly common girl who had gained the favor of the Bronte family through her scheming and manipulation. But now, Lily's tolerance forced her to change her mind.
"I'm sorry. I was impulsive just now," she said softly, but Lily heard her clearly.
Lily ignored her and searched online, but found nothing useful. "This number is anonymous. We may need some professional help." She turned to Vivian. "Do you have any clues,
