Chapter 87

Sylvia's POV I had just finished breakfast when I headed to Frostline Enterprises. This time, I drove there myself, savoring the freedom of movement that came with reclaiming my true nature. As I walked through the main entrance, the receptionist greeted me with the usual respect . The moment I walked into Frostline’s sleek lobby, the receptionist looked up from her desk with that polished smile she always wore around me—equal parts respect and genuine warmth. “Good morning, Miss Frost,” she said, nodding. “Mr. Smith is waiting in the reception lounge. And he’s not alone.” I blinked. “He brought a little girl?” She nodded once, confirming it. “Thanks. I’ll take it from here,” I said, already pivoting toward the meeting rooms. As I stepped into the room, both of them looked up—Noah with his usual soft smile, and Melody with that wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights look she wore. But the second she recognized me, her shoulders dropped, and she exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for hou