Katnis: The mansion wasn’t just grand—it was more like a Roman-era palace. Every corner screamed majesty and tradition, with thick tension lingering in the air, heavy as the intricate drapes adorning the walls."Come," Christopher’s voice carried authority, but there was a softness to it as well.“Your grandmother is at the hospital for a routine check-up. She’ll be here in a few hours. You should rest—you must be exhausted,” he added, his gaze steady.I nodded silently.“Maids, escort them to their rooms,” Christopher directed.“Yes, Sir.”“This way, Miss, Sir,” one of the maids gestured toward the sprawling staircase.Behind us, other staff members gathered our belongings—several suitcases, trunks, and personal items. Moving into the Archer estate for an indefinite period felt surreal. It was a chance to rebuild everything from scratch, a life reborn amidst layers of judgment.Before we could ascend, a sharp voice cut through the air, halting us in place.“So, that’s your daughter?
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