Jane watched in silence as one maid poured her a cup of hot tea, while another emerged from around the corner of the dining room, carrying a neatly folded stack of fresh towels.
As soon as the towels were placed beside her on the couch, Jane grabbed the top one and began frantically patting herself dry. Her hands moved with restless urgency, as though acting on their own. She was so overwhelmed—so shaken—that she could no longer control her body.
Even now, she struggled to process everything that had happened.
In the span of a single day, she had lost both her family and fortune. And now, as if fate was determined to toy with her further, she found herself sitting in the lavishly decorated living room of none other than Vernon Lin.
When Vernon had approached her outside the Devold estate, offering to talk, Jane had agreed without hesitation—mostly because she was drenched, freezing, and desperate for shelter.