Chapter 4

I landed at five in the morning.

Valencrest was still dark, the sky outside a soft, quiet blue. I followed Monica through the terminal, dragging my suitcase. She smiled gently, walking with confidence—the perfect caretaker.

"Vivian, you probably didn't sleep much on the flight. Let's get breakfast first. What would you like?"

Her tone was so affectionate, like she really thought of me as her own daughter.

I gave her a faint smile. "Anything's fine. Thanks, Monica."

Her eyes lit up. She was clearly caught off guard that I was being so nice, calling her by her first name like…