"What?"
Luckily, Lily's hands had already placed the tea on the table, or her trembling might have caused the tea to spill and burn her.
"Mrs. Wallace, are you referring to Miss Winona Wallace, the daughter born to Mr. Bruce Wallace and his late wife?"
Lily Redington's smile gradually faded, her once casually smiling face started to turn stern, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes lost their dark intensity.
Indeed, she had a good nature, but she wasn't blindly indulgent.
But now, as Mrs. Lucas, the eldest daughter of the Reddington family, she adopted a demeanor that inadvertently exuded an imposing air of dignity.
"Yes, yes... While Winona is my husband's daughter with his late wife, I've always treated her as my own, like my own daughter." Iris Yates noticed Lily Redington's displeasure and nervously intertwined her hands, eager to explain.
