Lisa stayed up all night, her thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainty and longing. Nancy's words played on a loop in her mind, refusing to be silenced: "Whenever you seem confused, you can always find answers in the Roberts family." Those words clung to her like a riddle she needed to solve; who is the Roberts family, and why did Nancy refer her to them if she is confused?
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing every combination she could think of: Roberts family estate, Roberts business empire, Roberts connections to Wellington family. Nothing concrete surfaced, just vague articles about unrelated families and companies.
Her frustration grew as the hours dragged on. The Roberts family loomed large in her thoughts. Then she remembered three years ago, they had come forward with claims about a betrothal, something her grandfather had arranged. At the time, Lisa had dismissed it as a relic of a bygone era, a meaningless tradition.
