Miranda Dalton waited in the living room, accompanied by Preston Quinn and Farewell Sister.

She glanced around, taking in the familiar house and its lavish decor. This was where she had lived since she was a child, and her heart was filled with happiness.

Jesse Rivers said it was her father who wanted to see her.

Although her father was rarely home due to frequent travels, she was surprised that only her father remembered her during this time.

Her lips curled into a smile. She knew, having lived with the Ford family for twenty years, there was at least some connection. Her father couldn’t bear to see her homeless.

If she could return to her original position, she might try to accept Tiana Thorne.

It was certainly better than dealing with those contemptible men outside.

Yesterday, she encountered a client with peculiar tastes, leaving her with whip marks and wax burns that caused her excruciating pain with every movement.

She had no desire to serve those horrible men anymore, not one bit.

Taking a deep breath, she looked again at Farewell Sister, squinting slightly to regain her dignified and noble demeanor. "Farewell Sister, when will my dad arrive?"

Upon hearing her address, Farewell Sister frowned slightly and looked at her. "Sir didn’t specify a time, just wait."

Meredith Ford sensed an especially cold tone from Farewell Sister—where was the warmth from before?

She felt very uncomfortable, but she forced herself to suppress such discomfort.

Once she regained her original position, Farewell Sister wouldn’t dare disrespect her like this.

Thinking of this, her mouth curled once more into a generous and noble smile as she strode toward the sofa.

Just as she was about to sit down, Tiana Thorne’s voice arrived before she did: "Farewell Sister, could you please grab a chair for Miss Dalton? I’ve calculated, today, the Ford family forbids strangers from touching anything."

Upon hearing her playful tone, Meredith felt a wave of discomfort.

Tiana Thorne dared to speak so casually to Farewell Sister—it was audacious beyond anything even she had attempted.

Frowning, she looked behind Tiana Thorne, only to see May Sloane pushing her in, but no sight of any Miss Dalton.

Farewell Sister, seeing her return, smiled warmly, "Alright, young miss."

Farewell Sister placed a single stool next to the sofa.

At that moment, May Sloane wheeled her into the living room.

As Tiana Thorne entered, she exuded the aura of a matriarch, an unspoken air of authority.

Her legs were comfortably crossed, leaning back lazily in the wheelchair, her fox-like eyes slightly narrowed: "Miss Dalton, please have a seat?"

Miss Dalton?

Meredith Ford didn’t understand what she meant, looking at her in confusion, then glancing around behind her, and finally realizing nothing was awry: "You’re talking to me?"

Meredith Ford: "???"

She furrowed her brow, puzzled by Tiana Thorne’s enigmatic behavior.

She fought to suppress her anger toward her, taking a few deep breaths before giving a gentle smile: "Sister, you’re mistaken, my surname is Ford, and my name is Meredith Ford."

Tiana Thorne saw her look bewildered and only then smiled as if she suddenly realized: "Oh, I’m so sorry for forgetting to introduce you."

Seeing Tiana Thorne’s relaxed demeanor, she became even more confused.

Soon, she watched as Tiana Thorne lightly raised an eyebrow and lazily curled her lips: "Miss Dalton, since the day we parted ways at the hospital, you must be wondering who your real parents are, right?"