So this morning, she had calmly put on her coat and announced that she was heading to the mall.
In reality, she had planned to meet Andrew and collect the DNA sample herself.
Only for fate to interfere.
Halfway there, Andrew called to reschedule unexpectedly, forcing her to turn the car around and head back home.
The moment Zara stepped inside the mansion, Chika looked visibly startled.
"Ma'am?" the maid blurted. "You came back so soon."
Zara slowly removed her gloves.
"Yes. The appointment was canceled. Where's Adrian?"
"Mr. Adrian is in the study," she answered. "He has a guest."
Zara paused mid-step.
"A guest? He didn't mention we were expecting company," she said softly.
Her mind was already strained from everything she had been hiding, the secret DNA test, the growing frustration eating away at her and Adrian's increasingly desperate attempts to stop her from digging deeper.
