No one dared intervene.
Ever since arriving at the mansion two months earlier, Veronica had treated her like dirt.
But Emily endured it.
Because she had nowhere else to go.
Meanwhile, Veronica slowly raised her glass and took another sip, satisfaction shining in her eyes as she watched the girl cry.
Then suddenly—
The front doors burst open.
Everyone turned.
Standing at the entrance was Daniel Ashford.
Veronica’s husband.
One of the most powerful businessmen in the country.
Dressed in an immaculate navy three-piece suit, he walked inside carrying his leather briefcase.
His expression was serious.
“Daniel?” Veronica exclaimed, startled.
“Oh, honey! You’re home so early!”
But Daniel barely heard her.
Because at that exact moment—
Emily looked up.
Their eyes met.
The rag slipped from her hands.
Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her lips trembled.
“Dad…” she whispered.
The word froze the entire room.
Daniel stopped.
For a second, he thought he had imagined it.
His eyes widened.
No.
Impossible.
But then he looked closer.
Those eyes.
That face.
The little birthmark beside her left eyebrow
