Ring, ring, ring...

Timothy's phone rang. It was his father.

Adjusting his expression, he answered while walking toward his car. "Dad."

"Timothy, what's going on? Any progress?"

Mr. Labbe was still in Carrie's room, but he had stepped onto the balcony to make the call. Inside, Carrie lay fast asleep, her brows furrowed in discomfort.

She had barely gotten any rest last night. Mr. Labbe had kept her up for hours, showing no mercy.

She had begged him to stop, but he ignored her pleas, even forcing her to take some pills that left her barely conscious.

Carrie cursed him in her mind before drifting into uneasy sleep. She knew full well that to him, she was nothing more than a mistress-a tool for his pleasure. If she had been his wife, he wouldn't have treated her this way.

of becoming the real lady

anymore.

had boarded

even gotten involved willingly-he had forced her

a frustrated sigh. "Dad, Tinsley is impossible to crack. Honestly, I should've gone for Ainhoa

world. She's young,

had been chasing her for ages with

had heard this, would have laughed

she was young and

was anything but

up in the Ormond family had trained all the sisters to be wary of outsiders. Even

Especially around men.

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