Chapter 110: Is He That Pretty Boy?

Everyone in her family wore a mask. They smiled while they schemed, clawing at each other for profit. Giselle Scurr had grown up in that kind of house. Warmth was something she'd never learned to expect. Yet as she watched Maeve's sincere smile and listened to the easy, cheerful chatter filling the living room, an inexplicable envy welled up in her chest. *If only my home could be like this…* Atreus Lyson glanced at the time on the wall. "Mom, it's getting late. I'll take them home." "Leaving...