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    Now, caught under that gaze, a cold fear settled deep in her bones. She stammered, “I’m sorry. I just got back. I wanted to bring tea for you and Dad, but… I twisted my ankle.”


    Milton didn’t budge. “The study isn’t your ce, and serving tea isn’t your job. Leave,” he said. Then he turned to the servants. “Clean this up. And no one goes near the study unless I say so.”


    With that, Milton and Arthur turned and stepped back into the study. The door closed with a soft, final click.


    The moment the door shut, the tension shattered like ss. Everyone exhaled the breath they’d been holding. The servants hurried to gather cleaning supplies, moving quietly as they swept up the shards.


    Wanda descended the stairs without a word, her thoughts racing. The fear she had felt upstairs was solidifying into determination. She had to find Eva. They needed a n.


    Inside the study, Milton’s gaze darkened with something dangerous. “Dad, we don’t know how much she overheard. Should we eliminate her?” he asked calmly.


    Milton had never liked Eva. In truth, he hated her. His hatred had long since extended to Wanda, the adopted daughter Eva had brought into the Campbell home.


    Arthur replied, “Leave her for now. It doesn’t matter if she heard us. Your grandfather is gone. I hold the reins now. Even if the search for your mother and sister leaks out, no one has the guts to stand against me.”


    “What if she tells Eva?” Milton pressed.


    Arthur let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Even better. Saves me the trouble of saying it myself.”<fnafd8> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find?novel</fnafd8>


    Downstairs, Wanda rushed through the halls, her voice tight and breathless. “Mommy!”


    Eva turned, startled by Wanda’s pale, frantic face. “Wanda, what is it? What’s wrong?”


    Wanda nced nervously toward the staircase, then leaned in close and whispered, “Mommy, I need to tell you something. Let’s go to your room.”


    Sensing the seriousness in Wanda’s voice, Eva said nothing and led her upstairs.


    The Harmony Estate was a maze of quiet walls and unspoken rules. The first floor held the public spaces—the living room, dining hall, and reception areas. Eva and Wanda lived on the second floor. Milton stayed on the third. Arthur ruled from the fourth. Eva and Wanda were strictly forbidden from going above their floor—unless summoned. This rigid, hierarchical arrangement had been in ce since before their relocation to the city.


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    To outsiders, Arthur and Eva appeared as husband and wife. But in reality, they lived like strangers. Eva had never even seen his room, let alone entered it. There was no way she could ess the fourth floor. Milton stood guard—a stone-faced sentinel who let nothing pass.


    From the outside, they looked like one family. Inside, they were four strangers living under the same roof. Wanda had already broken a strict rule by sneaking up to the study. If Milton made an issue of it, there would be serious consequences.


    Once the door to her room was securely closed, Eva sat down slowly. “Wanda, tell me exactly what happened upstairs.”


    Wanda’s voice was low and shaky. “Mommy… I was outside the study and heard Dad and Milton talking. They’ve been searching for Milton’s mother and sister. That’s why we moved to Ublento—to find them.”


    Eva’s face turned pale. Her eyes widened in shock. “What did you say? That woman… she died along with the child she was carrying. So why is Arthur still searching?”


    A terrible thought crept in. Could it be that she had faked her death to escape?


    The idea hit Eva like a cold wave, filling her chest with dread.


    Eva belonged to a well-known family, and in her younger years, her beauty had turned heads wherever she went. However, she had high standards and was very selective, often saying she would rather remain single her entire life than settle for someone she didn’t love.


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