Cynthia Dion:
"Here!" I opened my eyes as Jack arrived, bringing a glass of juice for me. I wanted to hold the glass myself, but Jack insisted on helping me, so I allowed it. Of course, I enjoyed seeing Atticus in discomfort. He had done a lot for me, so that was the only thing I could give him in return.
"Thank you so much, Jack, but I'll look after her here," Atticus spoke up, his heart darkening with jealousy.
"Your Highness, it's okay. I don't want people to accuse her again," Jack's way of speaking caught Atticus's attention, and as he squinted at him, Jack continued to explain, "Your brother-in-law used to visit here to meet her father, but obviously he was too wealthy to be accused of anything. Poor Cynthia received all the blame, even when no one had concrete evidence against he
