After bidding them goodbye, Xandra Mackenzie walked along the corridor towards her room.
"Xandra is very adorable. Professor Mackenzie and his wife adore her," Ann Nolan said. "The young girl is also very good at her studies."
"Does she know she was adopted?"
"Yes, she grew up in an orphanage until she was five years old," Ann Nolan sighed, "but everything is fine now. Xandra is very sensible."
Jasmine Yale started to feel a bit heartbroken for the young girl, her gaze drifting into the distance.
Reminded of her own childhood years, Jasmine Yale felt a dull pain in her heart.
She and Ann Nolan were enjoying their afternoon tea, while the wife was busy in the kitchen, insisting that they stay for dinner.
In the middle of it, Jasmine Yale excused herself to use the restroom.
In the restroom, she heard the sound of a car engine outside.
Looking out—
There stood a white Bentley at the door, discreet, yet luxurious.