“Dexie, you misunderstood me,” Susan rushed to explain, forcing a sweet smile. “I’m so happy you’re back. If I’d known, I would’ve told the servants to prepare your favorite dishes.”

Dexie didn’t bother responding.

The way Susan shamelessly called herself “Mom” made her stomach turn.

Without a word, she walked down the hallway.

Her gaze landed on the young woman seated on the sofa.

Pale cheeks. Colorless lips.

Regina Zellweger.

The so-called ...