Stacy's heart raced as she maintained her cautious stance in the elegant room of the Qin mansion. An elderly woman had just entered, introducing herself as Mrs. Chen.
The name meant little to Stacy, who was more concerned about the unsettling circumstances she found herself in. "Why am I here then, and who is this…..uh Mr. Qin?" she asked in a disinterested tone, her eyes searching the room for any means of escape.
Different questions flew in her head, why was she here, who was the man who had brought her here, had her father woken up how was her mother doing?. She had so many unanswered questions.
Right now all Stacy wanted was to leave this place, but the old lady's presence had her on edge. Mrs. Chen, perceptive as she was, knew that Stacy was scared. She had every right to be; being brought to a stranger's mansion against her will was no small matter. She was glad Stacy wasn't throwing a tantrum, she was doing very well.