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What could Carly say? If she kept resisting, her father would really start getting suspicious.
She said, "I made plans with Melody to go dancing at a bar. | just want to go out and have fun."
Nigel frowned. "No, it's too late. You're not going anywhere. Go back to your room and get srest."
Carly protested, "Dad, I—"
He interrupted, "Your mother will be coming back to see you in the next couple of days."
What? She was stunned. "My mom is coming back? Isn't she dead?"
He replied, "She never died. She's coming back to see you."
Carly was stunned. She had always thought Fiona was dead. But now, she had somehow cback to life.
If Fiona returned, would her secret be exposed?
Celine was Fiona's biological daughter. The bond between a mother and daughter was far stronger than that
between a father and daughter. Now that Celine was living in the Hampton residence, wouldn't her true identity
be exposed?
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face?"
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With that, she turned and stormed inside.
Celine smirked slightly.
Carly was pretty clever, after all. She instantly triggered Nigel's guilt toward his daughter with just a few words.
Now, he would only love and spoil her more to make up for it.
Nigel glanced in the direction Carly had left, then turned to Celine beside him.
"Ms. Tate, you're really making yourself at hin the Hampton family. You even dared to barge into my study."
Celine immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hampton. | knocked, but the door was open. | happened to see
you talking to Carly, so walked on my own. My apologies.
He looked at her delicate face, and for sreason, he found that he couldn't bring himself to blher.
No one around him had ever been as bold as Celine.
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Behind her, Nigel immediately spoke up. "Don't touch it!"
Her hand froze in midair. Awkwardly, she withdrew it. "Sorry, Mr. Hampton."
She hadn't meant to, but the Fiona in the painting felt like a magnet-pulling her
in, making her want to get closer and closer.
Celine asked, "Mr. Hampton, is this Mrs. Hampton?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Did you paint this yourself, Mr. Hampton?"
Nigel didn't say anything, but his silence was enough.
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