Chapter 47 Not Calling Your Brother Anymore?

• Eileen knelt on the ice cold Blake marble tiles in the study. She could see the reflection of the scar on her face on the floor. She touched it gently with her fingers, and felt pulses of sharp stings.
• The study smelled of sandalwood, and it made her nose feel uncomfortable.
• At that moment, she could hear footsteps outside the door and immediately straightened her kneeling position, and tightened the grip on her clothes. She knew what was going to happen next.