A hint of coldness flashed across Madam Fisher’s eyes.

Celine actually believed in the words she spoke casually.

Caroline was her biological daughter, at least.

Although Celine was innocent, she had to pay for her father’s sins.

Madam Fisher concealed her coldness and consoled Celine gently, “Alright. Don’t cry. He’s the third young master of the Yorks. Isn’t it normal that he didn’t treat you politely?

“Stop crying. Your makeup is all smudged from crying. You should go to the lounge to