Chapter 1909

Fiona trailed behind the housekeeper into the living room.

Even before she stepped inside, she could hear Jane's voice echoing through the hall, arguing with someone. It was so heated that all the staff had been chased out—no one dared linger. Around here, losing your job was the least of your worries; crossing the Kidd family was much worse.

"Ms. Fiona, this way, please. I'll take you to the door, but I won't go in. Our young lady is waiting for you inside," the housekeeper whispered.

Fiona nodded and walked in.

The moment she appeared in the doorway, Jane spotted her, rushed over, and grabbed her hand. Jane looked furious and didn't hesitate to pull Fiona toward the stairs, clearly wanting to get her away from the mess downstairs.

"Nana, I'm taking Fiona upstairs," Jane called out, not even glancing back.

This was Fiona's first time seeing Carson. She couldn't help but notice his hand- two fingers had been chopped off, and one was barely attached, hanging by a thread of skin. It looked bad, like it was too late for doctors to fix it. The damage was done, and there was no going back.

Golden Glow really didn't waste any time, Fiona thought. They delivered punishment fast. She'd have to remember to reward them for their efficiency.

"Jane, I'm not just here to see you. I also want to talk to Mrs. Kidd," Fiona said, stopping for a moment. She squeezed Jane's hand gently, her voice calm. "Don't worry-it's nothing too serious."

Jane's stepmother, who'd been arguing with the old lady, shot Fiona a glare. "Nana, we can't just ignore Carson's injuries! He can't wait any longer!" She was clearly annoyed-Fiona's sudden appearance had completely derailed her attempt to sway Mrs. Kidd.

She was determined to fight for her son's future, and now this girl was getting in

the way.

"Mrs. Kidd, I actually came today for two reasons," Fiona said politely. "One, to pay my respects. Two, because of Carson."

Jane's eyes grew wide. She knew Fiona's temper. Did Carson seriously try something with her last night? Otherwise, how else would he have lost his fingers?

Of all things Carson could've done, he just had to choose this. Disgusting. Well, he got what he deserved.

Mrs. Kidd was sharp-nothing got past her. One look at Carson's mangled hand, and she knew he'd messed with someone he shouldn't have. Maybe even Golden Glow.

Neither Fiona nor Golden Glow were people the Kidd family could afford to cross. If Carson lost a few fingers, so be it. Mrs. Kidd didn't seem too bothered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jane's stepmother snapped, instantly on guard.

She stared at Fiona, squinting. There was something familiar about her, but she couldn't quite place it. All she knew was that this girl felt dangerous. "Did you have something to do with my son's hand?" she demanded.

Mrs. Kidd's face turned stormy. She banged her cane on the floor and glared at Jane's stepmother. Even without Fiona saying a word she'd put most of the story together.

Clearly, Fiona's visit wasn't just a social call-she wanted answers from the Kidd family.

But Carson... he really was hopeless.

Mrs. Kidd had planned to let Carson work in the family business for a few years, then give him some money to strike out on his own. A man had to make his own way-he couldn't just sit around at home forever

If Carson were from a distant branch of the family, Mrs. Kidd wouldn't have cared. But he was Jane's father's only son-and Jane's father had always been her favorite. Out of

love for him, she couldn't help but feet a pang of sympathy.