A Kidnapping Invitation

In front of Hannah sat an elegant woman who looked barely in her thirties, yet she was none other than Mrs. Miller. Though originally from Country W, her marriage to Kyle had led everyone in Country S to refer to her as Mrs. Miller, erasing her original name from memory.

With a perfect face reflecting her mixed heritage, Mrs. Miller's expression was taut as she sneered coldly, "I didn't expect a mere girl to show such disrespect toward someone from the Miller family. Fine, very well."

Hannah wiped her tears delicately, looking frail. "Mommy, please don't blame my sister!"

"Even after how she treats you, you still call her 'sister'? Liliana, don't make me regret the affection I've shown you," Mrs. Miller replied icily, her eyes gleaming with frost.

Hannah quickly grasped her hand, "Mommy, I truly don't want you to be upset on my account!"