Lily Garcia rarely wore flat shoes, even her walk was careful and cautious, as if she was afraid of falling.
In Amelia's words, this fetus was her amulet, something she had to protect well.
Standing in front of the villa, she slightly curved her lips into a smile before she stepped towards the main entrance.
Fuller stood at the doorway, his lack of surprise obvious when he saw her.
Lily also understood, obviously, the minute she left the detention center last night—Christopher had received the news.
That he was so preoccupied with her, was it considered a success on her part?
In the living room, Christopher Hart's face was deep and quiet, his gaze cold, without a hint of warmth.
Lily held her head high and confidently walked over, taking a seat on the single sofa beside him.
"Christopher, long time no see," she initiated the conversation, her demeanor seeming more composed after her visit to the detention center.
Christopher turned his eyes toward her.