“What do you mean, Madam? How can I become your daughter?” Roxana exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.
Trisha smiled faintly. “Why? Do you resent me that much?”
“No, it’s not that,” Roxana said quickly. “It just doesn’t make sense. Miss Harriet is your blood relative — how could I possibly take her place?”
Trisha turned to Harriet with a curious smile. “And what do you think, Harriet?”
Harriet shook her head gently, smiling. “No, Grandaunt. I’ll remain Harriet Listerwell.”
“Miss Harriet!” Roxana protested. “You’re the one who deserves to be her daughter. If you carried the Pellon name, even Lord John Listerwell wouldn’t dare treat you badly again!”
But Harriet’s resolve was firm.
“I’m going to take back my family’s title one day,” she said with quiet conviction. “So I can’t become a Pellon.”
Her voice was calm but full of certainty.…
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