Old Mr. Lancaster looked at the girl's bright, makeup-free face and noticed the clear signs of exhaustion under her eyes.
He couldn't help but frown, though he managed to control his emotions. "Serena, when will you be back?"
Serena glanced at the time. "I'm not sure. Don't wait up for me. I'll call home when I'm done."
With a polite nod, she turned and quickly walked away.
Watching her hurried departure, Catherine sighed deeply. "That child… why is she so busy every single day?"
Isabella scoffed silently.
Busy with what?
It was all an act, wasn't it?
Could Serena, a country girl who hadn't even finished high school, possibly be busier than her father or brother? Busier than she was, spending her days analyzing experimental data, writing papers, and meeting with people like Mr. Harrison?
Everyone else made time for her.
Yet she was the one pretending to be some important, busy person.
She clenched her fists and let out a seemingly innocent sigh. "My sister really has it tough, not even having time for a single bite of breakfast."
However, no one took the bait.
Catherine stared at the front door, where Serena's figure had long since vanished, her eyes full of worry and heartache. "I heard from the staff that the light in Serena's room was on all night. I'm afraid she didn't sleep at all, and now she has to rush out so early in the morning. How can her body handle it?"
"Mom, don't worry too much," Julian said, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. "This sister of mine… is anything but simple."

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