"What are you doing?" Janet glared at his retreating figure, irritated by how roughly he had pulled her outside. The cool summer breeze brushed past them, and a few fireflies flickered around, scattering tiny clusters of light in the dark.
"Janet, are you really Harold and Anila's biological daughter?" Charles said with a single glance—it was clear to him she wasn't welcomed in that family. And he was certain Elvira harbored deep hostility toward her.
"What does that mean?" Janet's clear eyes met his, her dark pupils piercing in the night's shadow.
"Nothing much. Just a message from Philip," Charles said, knowing exactly what she was asking. After all, wasn't Harold marrying her off to the Elwin family just for the benefits?
To them, she was nothing more than a bargaining chip.
Janet shivered slightly. As Charles helped her into the car, she finally spoke softly, "I'm just Harold's illegitimate daughter. That family... has nothing to do with me anymore."
