Of course Mrs. Jiang didn't believe a word YanLan said. He was one of AiLin's people, loyal, silent, and just as manipulative as his mistress. His words might as well have come from AiLin herself, which, in Mrs. Jiang's mind, made them absolutely worthless.
AiLin had never lied to her as a child. In fact, she had always been painfully honest, almost naive. But even then, Mrs. Jiang could never truly see her as family. To her, AiLin was an outsider—someone to blame, someone to cast aside when things went wrong.
And now, with her already drowning in problems, Mrs. Jiang wasn't about to fall for what she assumed was another one of AiLin's games. Perhaps a revenge plot, or a carefully spun trap.
Snatching the letter from YanLan's hand, she tore it open with trembling fingers.
Her eyes widened. Her expression twisted.
Because what she read inside wasn't a prank. It wasn't fake.
It was real.
