I continued scrolling through the news articles on my phone, searching for any inconsistency that might expose the facade of Sebastian Dalton.
The more I read, the more my disdain grew. I simply couldn't reconcile the image of the esteemed lawyer and generous philanthropist with the cold man who had forced a nineteen year old into a contractual marriage to settle an illegal debt.
How could someone who supposedly upheld the law and possessed such sharp intelligence knowingly break the law while maintaining a flawless public image? He's a masterful hypocrite, I decided, the cynicism solidifying in my mind.
My thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the bedroom door.
I stood up and went to open it, finding a young maid, perhaps twenty-two years old, standing there. She bowed respectfully, presenting my familiar backpack to me.
"Young Madam, I was told to bring this to you," she said, her voice soft.