Blanche's POV
Yoli's words sent ice through my veins.
Fortunately, Yoli hurried off to handle other business, ending our talk abruptly.
After wrestling with my thoughts, I made up my mind to see Carry at Blissfield Villa.
During the drive, Yoli's comments echoed relentlessly in my head.
Carry had once been such an angelic child, nothing like she was now.
Years ago, before I'd entered the workforce, Carry was still very young—well-mannered, spirited, and perpetually bright. When I'd take her on outings, other moms would stop us to ask her age and rave about how precious she was.
Now everything had shifted. Carry struggled to connect with anyone.
Even Camila seemed to have lost interest in her.
Reaching Blissfield Villa, I found the living room empty of Carry. Heidi bustled around the kitchen while Lillian sprawled across the sofa, munching popcorn and staring at the TV.
