Chapter 482

Ever since she left last time, Veronica Wren couldn’t stop obsessing over the woman she’d glimpsed in the courtyard. She was sure she hadn’t imagined it—there was definitely a woman there. But oddly, no one in the entire estate mentioned a word about it, acting like it never happened. With Allen Carter out of Yannburgh on a business trip today, she figured this was the perfect chance to find out who exactly that woman was and why she had Allen so twisted up. Snow was still falling steadily. Isabella Goodwin bundled Aurora Han up tight—gloves, hat, scarf, the works—before they went out the door. The lawn out back was completely buried in thick snow. The house staff hadn’t cleared it yet, and because of the cold, no one was outside at the moment. “Shh…” Isabella pressed a finger to her lips, signaling Aurora to be quiet. The two of them tiptoed out the backdoor, sticking close to the wall. “Mom,” Aurora whispered, “why are we sneaking around like this? We look like thieves.” Isabella hel