Although her father had publicly disowned her years ago, the ties of blood are thick; it was hard for her to sever her connection with her parents and this home.
Coming back after three years, standing in front of her own home, she inevitably felt emotional.
Collecting her thoughts, Titus Zane rang the doorbell.
It was Ariana Evans who came out to greet her, wearing an apron and with her long hair neatly tied back, looking energetic and simple.
Titus Zane's thoughts wandered again; in her hazy memories, her mother preferred her hair down, not this streamlined style.
"Child, why buy gifts when you're coming home? Such a waste."
The sound of Ariana Evans brought Titus Zane back to reality, handing over the gift box with a smile.
"I didn't buy much, just picked up some things casually when I was passing by the department store, hope you and Dad won't mind."
Ariana Evans, holding the gift box in one hand and Titus Zane's arm with the other, lead her towards the mansion.
