"Phoebe, where did you go last night? Why are you only coming back now?" Susanna Smith looked at her daughter entering from the courtyard entrance, frowning as she asked, extremely worried about her daughter's overnight absence.
She knew that Phoebe Smith had always been somewhat wild since she was young, but the girl was not the kind to hang out outside all the time. She used to think her daughter had an outgoing personality but was fundamentally fairly conservative.
However, ever since the incident with Alexander Preston one night, her view of her daughter had slightly changed; it seemed that her daughter was not truly that conservative.
Especially now, as she returned with a tired face, dark circles under her eyes simply indicated she hadn't slept well last night, and those marks on her neck, she knew as someone who had been through it herself, what those were.
