I have a feeling Fiora Hawthorne will likely cause more trouble.
Looking at her unusually fair and soft hands, doubts began to grow in my mind.
How could someone who had endured years of mistreatment in a remote village have hands this smooth and delicate?
I simply picked up my phone and called my father, letting my tone soften a little.
"Dad, could you help me look into Fiora Hawthorne's background, please?"
"Of course, I'll find out everything as soon as I can. Has someone been treating you badly?" My father's voice was warm and affectionate.
I replied with a touch of pride, "Who would dare mistreat your daughter? I just think there is something off about her... it's better to know the truth."
After ending the call, I walked toward the back garden, only to hear two housekeepers sp
