“No, my child. You’re not like that. I trust you.”

These words made Mia break into tears once again. Madam Grace trusted her blindly. If this woman, with whom she wasn’t related to, by blood, could trust her, why couldn’t her father trust her?

Why didn’t he?—why wouldn’t he?

The poor girl sobbed silently.

Madam Grace heard some movement upstairs and said to the girl: “Wipe your tears and run along now. If Master Arnold comes back downstairs and still meets you here, things will only get worse.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to talk to him… I’ll see if he changes his mind.”

But they both knew Arnold...