Fiona Lynch felt very uncomfortable.
Since childhood, wherever she went, people praised her looks, and neighbors and relatives always exclaimed, "So pretty."
She was used to being the center of attention, accustomed to envious glances.
Who is Cora Lowell?
Why do people say she looks like me?
She's just a wild girl picked up from somewhere, relying on her background to force her way through.
But when she saw Cora Lowell standing in front of her, she was stunned.
It wasn't just simple beauty, but an oppressive aura that came from deep within.
Her features weren't flashy, yet combined perfectly.
This was a true beauty.
No need for words, no need for embellishment.
The mere presence was enough to make others feel inferior.
But so what?
No matter how beautiful the appearance, it can't hide the ugliness inside.
Fiona thought coldly.
She'd heard that Cora Lowell had never truly called Tristan Lowell "father," and was extremely indifferent to her mother, Yvonne Cheney.
