Very few people knew Christopher's handwriting.
Even fewer had heard his middle name, 宴庭, mentioned in recent years. Those two characters had almost become blacklisted in his life ever since the incident with Madeline. Only a close circle of acquaintances were aware of this.
Today, Lydia brought it up in front of Amelia.
What could this imply?
Amelia gently swirled the cup in her hand, her gaze surveying Lydia. A deep yet unfathomable smile hovered at the corner of her lips. "Miss Shire, are you talking about your time living at the Robinson Family's expense? Or perhaps your father's attempts at social climbing?"
Amelia tapped lightly on the cup as she watched Lydia become agitated.
"Is this Miss Shire's trump card?" Amelia was no saint.
From the moment Lydia entered, her discerning gaze scoured every nook and cranny of the room, observing Amelia's every detail. It was clear that she was prepared to strike at any moment.
