At the mention of Chloe Sinclair, Nina Sinclair frowned.
"Fine, come in."
Nina Sinclair glanced at Mrs. Logan's sweaty face. The perspiration trickled into the deep creases of her wrinkles, and a pang of discomfort shot through Nina.
However, Mrs. Logan was moved that Nina Sinclair wasn't angry with her. She hastily agreed and entered the villa.
But one look at the villa's interior and her heart ached with pity.
"Nina, why is this villa so empty? Your father is clearly playing favorites."
She ran a hand along the staircase, only for it to come away coated in a layer of dust. The pained look on her face intensified.
Without another word, she went to the kitchen, found some towels, and started cleaning.
Seeing this, Nina Sinclair's brow finally relaxed a little.
She remembered the task she'd given her and couldn't resist asking, "Did you do what I asked you to do?"
