Chapter 31

It was almost nine o'clock at night when the taxi stopped in front of the iron gate of the De Santos Mansion. Giselle got out slowly; she was very tired.

The main room was empty. Only the faint scent of jasmine tea lingered in the air. In the corner, Mrs. Hansel sat in a rattan chair near the window, her vacant gaze fixed on the dark garden. A cup of tea on her table had grown cold.

“Aunt Hansel?” Giselle approached slowly. “You look sad.”

The elegant woman startled slightly, as if only now realizing someone else was there. She forced a smile. “Oh, Giselle. You’re home.”

Giselle...