Emily returned to the car where Alistair was waiting. The old man’s face lit up as soon as he saw her approaching.
“Did you give it to her?” he asked, his voice filled with impatience as she slid into the vehicle.
Emily nodded. “I did, Sir. She said Thank you,” she replied with a small smile.
Alistair seemed to hear this with a deep sense of relief. “Thank goodness. I couldn't stop picturing that child’s sad face,” he chuckled softly.
Emily herself was lost in thought, feeling the exact same way. She could let her mind run wild with speculation, but it seemed impossible.
After all, Layla was buried in the backyard of the Montgomery estate. Wasn’t she?
Alistair instructed the driver to take them home. His face was alight with excitement, untroubled by the amount of money he had just s
