Chapter 4

On the day of my visit to my family, Dylan rented a fancy carriage and bought several gifts, all to make himself look good.

Naturally, all of it was paid for with my dowry money.

Inside the carriage, Dylan leaned back with his eyes shut. He didn't bother to spare me a glance.

When we pulled up to Sinclair Manor, my father, Richard Sinclair, was already outside waiting with the staff.

Dylan immediately put on a humble and respectful expression and stepped forward to bow. "Good to see you, Richard."

My father was a shrewd businessman, but he held his…