Chapter 262

Lillian Doyle sat on the edge of the bed in Vera Taylor’s room. The moment her daughter closed the door behind her, Lillian leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Vera, I think I’ve figured out a way for us to turn things around.”

Vera perked up instantly. “Really, Mom? What is it? Tell me quick.” Her voice carried a hint of eagerness.

These days had been rough. Ever since her mom got into trouble, she’d been walking on eggshells in the Taylor house—barely daring to raise her voice. Even her grandmother had stopped taking her mom’s side. Vera was stuck, and the loneliness was eating her alive.

Lillian didn’t answer right away. Instead, she gave her daughter a thorough once-over—gaze lingering on her face, then down to her figure.

The more she looked, the more satisfied she seemed.

“Vera, what do you think of Mr. Damien Blackwood?” she asked all of a sudden.

“Why are you bringing him up?” Vera looked puzzled.

“Cassandra only has the