“You told me yourself she was just some small-town bumpkin, didn’t you? You said you two lived in a tiny rented apartment, struggling just to get by. If she really was a daughter of the Fitzgerald Family, why on earth would she choose to be with you and live a hard life like that?”
Her words hit Kieran like a bucket of cold water. He let out a quiet sigh, a complex mix of disappointment and relief flashing across his face.
Walton, meanwhile, was silent, his brows furrowed as he scrutinized me, clearly debating something in his mind.
Finally, after a tense pause, he spoke. “You know, now that I think about it… you do bear a striking resemblance to Mrs. Fitzgerald.”
I met his gaze steadily, my voice clear and unwavering as I replied, “That’s because the one you’re talking about is my mother. And this estate is my home.”
