On her wedding day, a bride is left at the altar by her fiancé and her own sister — then vanishes without a trace. Eight years later, her disappearance still haunts the family she left behind, and the truth of what happened is waiting to surface.
then what are you saying her lease is ending she'd only be staying a few weeks she's your sister not some outsider we need to guard against the estate is enormous what What difference would one extra person make for a few weeks? That is supposed to be our home after the wedding.
The home of the future lady of the Hayes family. Which one of us is marrying you? That shut Nolan up. Daphne spoke softly.
Fiona, I only wanted to be close to you. If you don't want me there, forget it. I won't move in. Nolan turned to me with reproach.
Look what you've done. One sentence, and you've hurt her this badly. She's your sister. Can't you think about her feelings?
And who thinks about mine? I lifted my head. You personally brought her into a company owned by the Hayes family and approved a salary far above everyone else at her level.
She has almost nothing to worry about. What about me? All I have is- Enough!
Be reasonable. She's your sister. I only take special care of her because of you. Do you really have to be this petty?
Petty that word again. I smiled and stopped speaking. Daphne tugged at his sleeve. Nolan, stop.
Fiona is probably just in a bad mood. He patted her hand, then softened his voice toward me. Fiona, I've already made the decision. It will be good for Daphne to stay with us. You two can keep living close to each other. I nodded, agreed. It was their home, after all.
I would never live there. Nolan relaxed. Daphne dabbed at the corners of her dry eyes and smiled