Chapter 212 Too Little, Too Late
- The next day, I drove to the mansion to talk to Andrew. As I ascended the stairs to the entrance, each step felt as though I were walking through quicksand. My heart thumped painfully against my chest, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
- With a deep breath in and out through my nose, I knocked on the door.
- Instead of Parker, the maid named Lisa answered the door.