Fernando Bollock went upstairs.
Isabel Bailey sat on the sofa holding Charlotte Bollock, her eyes brimming with tender smiles as she played with the baby, her appearance the epitome of a good wife and loving mother.
Seeing that there were no other people in the living room, Evelyn Crawford walked over, "Miss Bailey, you're so outstanding, why insist on being a stepmother?"
Although the words were unpleasant, Evelyn's tone was gentle, and she didn't show any malice.
She thought that with Isabel Bailey's upbringing, she wouldn't be angry over such a remark; Evelyn was just kindly reminding her that being a stepmother is not an easy role.
Unexpectedly, the smile in Isabel Bailey's eyes instantly froze.
She shot a cold glance at Evelyn, "What would a servant like you understand."
Evelyn suddenly realized, this was the real face of the young lady.
