With confidence and contentment in her stride, Jessica made her way toward the car waiting at the doorstep.
A subordinate hurried out of the mansion after her. "You have a report to check on," he said, handing over a thick brown envelope.
Jessica accepted it calmly, though her heart gave a sudden thump against her chest because this was the subordinate in charge of her mother's investigation.
She dreads what the report might be but then with a gentle firmness, her expression composed she accepted the file though her heart raced with trepidation.
"Thank you," she murmured as the subordinate bowed slightly in acknowledgment.
A flicker of pity passed through her eyes—she had seen Jessica's quiet endurance, her strength hidden beneath grace. She had seen the cruelty Jessica endured from the very people who were supposed to be her family. so heartless.
Unaware of the subordinate's silent thoughts, Jessica cast one last glance behind her before sliding into the car.
