Chapter 3 Silent Whispers

Meryl struggled to catch her breath, gripping the edges of her sleeves as if they might keep her grounded.

Why did he have to not only reject her but also humiliate her?

After a moment, she steadied herself, looked up at Dalton, and forced a smile. "Dalton, just because I have feelings for you doesn't mean you can belittle me."

Dalton was momentarily taken aback by her smile, a rare sight these days.

He found himself staring at her longer than he meant to, but by the time he realized it, Meryl had already looked away.

He loosened his tie and stubbed out his cigarette, acknowledging that Meryl had changed.

Though he wouldn't admit it, she wasn't the same woman who used to light up a room with her smile.

It was as if her spirit had withered away.

It didn't affect him directly, but it stirred an unsettling discomfort within him.

Dalton couldn't quite figure out what was bothering him.

Shaking off the confusion, he reminded her, "Today is Lydia's birthday. I'll take you back to the Stone Villa later, but remember to behave. Don't cause trouble. Lydia is nothing like you." Meryl's heart sank at his words.

To Dalton, Lydia was a cherished prize, while she was deemed unworthy even as a mere accessory.

ushered into a car

the grand hall was filled

Lydia wasn't Malcolm's biological daughter, her birthdays were always celebrated with great

show of the Stone family's status and their support for her, subtly reinforcing her

of importance in

abuzz with wealthy

so favored when she isn't even Mr. Stone's biological daughter? Is there something we

skills and talent. In our circle, that's what really matters. Bloodlines are secondary to

Mr. Stone was so impressed that he promoted her to vice

someone in the know. "It's odd because Camille Foster, who adopted Meryl, was supposed to be Lydia's mother, but their paternity test proved otherwise." Meryl clenched her fists as she overheard the

head around why

give Lydia a better

story, but the

the Stone family,

been with the Stone family for over twenty years, and the Stones treated her as

their eyes subtly

Meryl lowered her head and quickly left

turned to the others and said, "Didn't that woman who just walked by look a bit like

others followed

The woman who just passed by looked like a skeleton. Are

Meryl was the kind of person who stood

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