A female agent called out from outside, then opened the special metal door.
Raina Young had lost all the glamour of the Mistress of the Trent Family. With her hair in disarray, she walked out, head bowed.
She seemed dazed, as if she had suffered a devastating blow.
The female agent pitied her. 'Anyone would go mad in her shoes.'
A once-proud woman had spent half her life as a secret mistress, only for the child she bore to be murdered by her heartless lover.
'Even the most over-the-top soap opera wouldn't dare write a script this tragic.'
The female agent led her to a closed room and rang the bell for the visitation room.
Soon, the agent inside opened the door for them.
Raina Young looked up to see a slender figure standing a short distance away, their back turned. Her dull eyes suddenly blazed with light as she rushed forward, shouting frantically:
