Emily and Melinda exchanged nces at Sherlyn''s sudden change in attitude before turning to look back at her.


    "Doe in. It''s really hot out there," said Sherlyn smilingly.


    Emily nodded. "When will your father be back?"


    "Soon, actually. Take a seat! I''ll go make you all some coffee while you wait for him."


    Emily, Melinda, and Lilin walked into the mansion. They instinctively made a beeline to the living room, but Sherlyn stopped them.


    "I''m sorry, but our sofa is damaged, so you can''t sit there. Might I trouble you all to follow me to the guest room upstairs instead? It''s much cooler there too," said Sherlyn with a smile.


    Since she had said that, there was no reason for Emily and Melinda to turn her down. Thus, they followed her upstairs.


    Lilin followed behind them while observing her surroundings vigntly. Something was off about the whole thing.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Sherlyn brought the guests to the attic, which used to be Corinne''s old room.


    "You three just sit here for a while. I''ll go get you something to drink," said Sherlyn with a polite smile.


    Even though Emily thought it was weird Sherlyn would bring them to the cramped attic, she still thanked her and said nothing else.


    Sherlyn immediately turned around and left.


    "Mommy, Miss Emily, this doesn''t look like the guest room. This attic is small and cramped. Who''d use this kind of ce to entertain the guests?"ined Lilin.


    Melinda stroked her head. "We shouldn''t talk bad about other people behind their backs. We''ll wait wherever they tell us to wait."


    Lilin pouted. She did not like Sherlyn or the attic.


    Emily was looking around the attic. ''Lilin''s right. This doesn''t look like the guest room. It''s more like someone''s bedroom.''


    She did not think that it was the master bedroom; she assumed this was where a servant would sleep. Everything in there was covered in dust. It was obvious it had been a long time since the attic was cleaned.


    Emily''s womanly hunch told her that the shabby, cramped room used to be Corinne''s bedroom. She would not typically go around touching other people''s belongings, but she wanted to find out whether she had guessed right.


    She walked to the desk with a built-in shelf, and she took out a notebook from it. It was Corinne''s old notebook, which she used to write notes about her graduation thesis.


    The bitterness in Emily''s heart intensified when she saw her daughter''s neat handwriting. She flipped to the first page, and sure enough, there was her name and ss written on it.


    ''So this is where she sleeps? Why, the ceiling is so low that she would have to bend herself in half not to hit her head!''


    The room was also very damp. She touched the nket and found it to be mmy. ''How could Marvin let Luna stay in this kind of environment?''


    She did not entrust her daughter to him without giving him a reward. She did give him a vintage jewel ne, hoping that he would take good care of her for a period.