In old-money circles, wherever there’s wealth, there’s ugliness lurking beneath the surface. When the Scott family fell from grace overnight, every scheming relative with an eye on the inheritance came crawling out of the woodwork. Back then, Rose was just seven—a lamb dropped straight into the wolves’ den. Her fate could have gone any way.
But by some miracle, she survived.
Violet listened quietly, her expression unchanged. The truth was, she remembered none of this; the tangled past felt like a story about someone else.
Eunice wiped away a tear and glanced at her legs. “Miss Rose, your legs…”
Violet offered a casual look. “After the car accident, they’ve been like this. The amnesia, too—that’s from the crash.” She didn’t actually remember any of it; Daniel had filled in the blanks for her afterward.
Eunice sighed, and Violet’s annoyance flickered. She wasn’t dead—what was there to sigh about? Her legs could still be fixed. All this sighing just felt like it sapped away any luck she had left.
If Violet hadn’t hoped to learn something about the Scotts from her, she wouldn’t have bothered sitting down at all. As it turned out, Eunice—a housekeeper—knew next to nothing. It was a waste of time.
She didn’t even bother to fake a polite smile. “The bill’s settled. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”
Eunice wanted to linger, to take a good look at Rose—the girl she’d protected like a treasure for seven years. But life was hard and she had little time to spare.
“Please be careful on your way home, Miss Rose. I need to get going as well—I have to get back to the hospital to look after my son.”
Violet wasn’t especially interested, but the mention of a hospital made her pause. “What’s wrong with your son?”



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