I had someone keep an eye on every move Fiora made, just to stop her from causing trouble.
But Fiora suddenly settled down. In front of Theodore and Marcella Carrington, she acted like an obedient, thoughtful daughter and stopped making sharp or bitter remarks.
She also kept a proper distance from my husband, no longer clinging to him or acting overly familiar.
Yet the quieter and more well-behaved she became, the more I refused to let my guard down.
I felt certain Fiora was only biding her time, planning something bigger. After all, the harsh words she had spoken in front of the household staff still echoed in my mind.
A week later, I had just returned from the foundation and had barely stepped toward the living room when a maid came forward and spoke to me in a secretive tone.
"Ma'
