"What's wrong?"
Janet blinked in surprise.
Charles's expression had changed again—the same coldness she often saw whenever she mentioned her ties to the Louis family.
Even if it was just a call from Ternence.
"You're no longer one of them," he said flatly, his voice laced with displeasure.
"Whoever goes missing has nothing to do with you anymore."
His long fingers brushed her bangs aside, and his dark, burning eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Janet lowered her gaze and leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice soft but steady.
"I know it has nothing to do with me... but I'm still Harold's daughter. And Philip—he's always been kind to me."
Charles's brows twitched.
"Janet…"
His voice was unusually low. His eyes lingered on her pale face, a mixture of emotions swirling in them.
He hadn't forgotten.
Not for a second.
What Anila and Elvira had done to Janet all those years ago…
