Fulvia stood from where she had been kneeling. “Thank you so much, Young Master, for honoring my mother and paying your respects. Mia... I’m done. Let go,” she said softly.

“Elora, have you contacted a cab?” Mia asked the second maid accompanying Fulvia.

“Yes, Mia. The driver will be here soon,” Elora replied.

Riing! Riing!

“Madam, you have a call. It’s your father. I’ve picked it up,” Mia said, handing the phone to Fulvia.

“Hello, Dad,” Fulvia said.

“Hello, my little princess... wait, why does your voice sound so dull? Did Henry mistreat you? Did he do anything wrong? Are you not happy?” Mr Kingsley asked anxiously.

“Finally, Dad, you’re...